the damned cat
pissing on boxes and bags
and even the bathmat
any paper on the floor
in the corners of the couches
clean clothes left folded here or there
get covered in fine gray hair
doc says there’s nothing wrong
well i don’t want him anymore
but when we put him out
he yowls and climbs the screen door
anxiously eats the grass
pukes foamy green puddles on the patio
back inside he hides
or curls up by a window takes a nap
never wants the warmth of anyone’s lap
a scratch behind the ear will likely earn a bite
it’s just not right
but we wait for him to die
that damned cat
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