Another confession

Thinking of decorating around the kitten and the Christmas tree,

We never put away

The Christmas tree.

We unplugged it,

Took off the lights,

Put away the decorations.

The tree

Is in the corner

Of the living room,

The top branch twisted

Like something

From Dr. Seuss,

May he rest in peace.

The kitten climbed it

This morning,

Her small calico face

Made it

Almost to the top.

She,

Her scruffy self ,

Fur that goes every which way,

Long fluffy tail;

She herself

Is something Dr. Seuss

Would draw,

May he rest in peace.

Kitten

So many places to hide in the guest room. It's lovely for a kitten waiting to get checked out. She is one pound, with a black stripe on her nose, and fur freckles around her eyes. She slept sprawled on my lap for the six hour trip home from Ohio. 

She’s home, not so wild.

She appropriately sleeps

In the guest room.

For now.