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I’d like to live in a house of cats; a commune
of furry creatures parading around nilly-willy,
climbing ramps held together with lavender duct-tape
and deep purple planks of pine wood.

The walkways travel from the back of the sofa,
across the drapery rods, to a bookcase
and take off from there in a series of steps
leading to an exit hole sending paths down the hall
and entering bedrooms. Although it looks random,
the rooms are highly territorialized,
with cross-color cats of tabby, black, white, tuxedo.
kittens cared for by the older girls.

You will know me by my red-striped furrry arms and legs
and gray head. I’m the one seated in the reclining chair
watching the show.