Cats Are Weird People

To my buddy, my pal, Mars.

You make it overly obvious that you like things your way.

You stay quiet, tucked away in dark corners of the house.

You sleep all day and only want my attention on your terms.

You figured out that the most effective acoustics for your range is in the bathtub.

You know how to get a rise from us.

Now I see the lunch you never ate spin around in your automatic feeder.

I see your toys hanging from every doorknob.

I see your fur still linger in the places you loved the most.

I feel the spot in the hallway where your eyes dilated with your last breath.

It’s so quiet now. I miss you, jerk.

Love ya, Fatty.
~John