46: Of Yancy & Me

46: Of Yancy & Me

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Cat Did What?

Of Yancy & Me

It often happens that a man is more humanely related to a cat or dog than to any human being.

~Henry David Thoreau

A feline framed in a windowsill

A portrait of poise, standoffishness

Nary a muscle moves

as the world moves around him

But for his hourly arch

and his paw Pilates

he could be a cutout silhouette

pasted to the drapery

Another friend

behaving this badly

would surely lose his status

with me

I’ll tell you why he’s allowed to stay

Yancy and me, we’re of the same ilk

Kindhearted, yet aloof

Loving, from a fair and reasonable distance

Affectionate, on our own selective terms

We don’t play that well with others

But oh when we do play

It’s part greed, part gusto!

We’re darn good cuddlers

If you don’t mind that we plop down

and don’t move until

shooed

Yancy gets me

far better than most of his

two-legged rivals

We communicate without ever

raising our voices

We share space

yet manage to honor one another’s privacy

We don’t try to be anything we’re not

And maybe that’s the simple beauty

Of Yancy & Me

He, comfortable in his own fur

I, in my own skin

Deign to be together

That’s the end of our story

(and a happy one at that)

~Lisa Leshaw

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