Silent Sunday – Not Now, Napping

image: martha0stout's phone, Cotton and Iris
image: martha0stout’s phone, Cotton and Iris
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Patience Thy Name Is Iris – Poetry Prompt 63

Waiting
Here
For
You.
 
I’ll
Catch
You
Yet.
 
Hide
In
The
Grate
Moth.
 
I
Can
Wait
All
Day
Too.

Written for Pooky’s Poetry Prompt for today: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/07/02/poetry-prompt-63-one-word-per-line/

Also, inspired by my sister’s cat Iris, who is stalking a moth through the living room right now.

Frolicking Crisis

She frolicked through the tall grass, chasing ducks and snakes and whatever else caught her fancy.

“Iris!”

The black cat continued to run about, enjoying her new-found freedom of playing in more than just the backyard.

“Iris!”

She didn’t even turn an ear to the voice calling her name. The outdoors were just too much fun! She was going to stall as long as possible before going home. Cotton, that old white and black grandma of a cat, went out for the whole day all the time and she was hardly ever called to come back sooner than she wanted!

(Iris completely ignored the fact that she was still very much a kitten in human and cat terms and that she had never been this far from home by herself. She was too busy griping about her mom calling her home earlier than she wanted to.)

Meanwhile, back at the house…

Iris’s mom and dad were really starting to worry. It had been more than five hours since anyone had seen their cat and both of them had lost other cats in much the same way. They had gone out one day and never come back. They couldn’t bare to lose Iris after not even having her for a full year yet.

Everyone ran around the house, the yard, the creek, looking for the missing cat. This was truly another Family Crisis.


Written for this week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt: http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2014/06/3ww-ccclxxii.html

Also, this happened to us yesterday. It was really hard on my sister and her husband because Iris is still very much a kitten. We finally found her playing near the creek… Which didn’t help as my sister was convinced that she’d fall in, be one of those few cats that can’t swim (family history has taught us that they do exist…for us at least) and fall into the creek and drown.

Her husband and I finally got her after dark and dragged her back into the house (man, but that can can wriggle!) I got a nice slice of one of my fingers taken off as a parting shot, but that cat is now in the house (and it time out apparently.)

Work It Out Kitties

I know that you’re scared
Right now you’re not prepared.
It will get better, don’t you fret.
So don’t run away just yet.
Why can’t we be friends?
Usually you’re just a pest
So of course you’ll want to be the best.
At least try to let her in
Kindly will you try to begin?
Oh I wish you’d try to get along…

Two kitties learning to get along while the third just watches and waits in the wings to see what will be the fallout.

I wanted to use this for this week’s Traces Prompt (http://tracesofthesoul.wordpress.com/2014/05/22/traces-prompt-3-opening-the-door-to-your-heart/) because when I thin of open doors lately, I think of my cat learning to get along with my sister’s cat. It’s going to be tough going for the next while. Cotton, the eldest cat, is just observing the interactions between Iris (sister’s cat) and Usako (my cat). In the end, Cotton is the Alpha cat while the other two are figuring out whose the second top cat.