Watching a Kitten Eat

She, frightened,

Hid under my bed on her first day.

I got on my knees,

Saying hello, and asking Mercy to say cheese.

She said “go away with that thing, “

With her eyes.

And thus, I let her be.

But not before moving the litter box,

into the same room.

She wasn’t eating yet.

I played with, brushed, and cuddled her.

The tiny little bugger,

Was making me nervous.

Eat Mercy, please.

And on day 3, Celebrate!

Day 4, an empty dish!

And joy!


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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