CAT COMFORT...
...entirely on her terms
The monarch butterfly knows
what it was born to do...
how to get to the special place...
flitting on gossamer wings,
swooping, resting, flying again...
to a mountain in Central Mexico.
How they find the exact spot...
internally driven... tired...
to a place they’ve never seen...
a tree on a fog-shrouded hill,
Scientists are still wondering...
guessing... how they do it,
finding enough milkweed
to eat on the journey.
Which brings me to Missy,
Colleen’s cat.
That cat knows without hesitation
what it was born to do...
how to get what it needs...
how to get what it wants...
where it is supposed to be.
Colleen came home after surgery
and the cat knew immediately
it was supposed to quietly comfort.
That cat approached her slowly
and didn’t do her usual leap into lap
but turned her head slowly...
nuzzled instead of teased...
and signaled the way a cat can do
that she was there to help.
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