My Emily

Photo credit Carolyn S.

Let me tell you about my cat,
My dearest friend, my Emily.
I adore her, with big her green eyes and striped fur.
I love how she kneads and I love how she purrs,
But tragedy follows where ever she goes.

The first guy, it was tragic what happened to him,
He died in a fire alone in his home. The next in an accident on Ackles & Main
And the last in a park on a sunny day and those are a few that I can recall.
I know this because she tells me it all,
With a warning every day she whispers:

Treat her right and you’ll live many days,
Treat her wrong and you’ll hear from me.

In her eyes I hear this
And every time I re-confirm,

No harm will come to my Emily,
As long as my dearest is here with me.

On occasion though, a little after three, she shows with a story to tell to me.
It’s our secret, our fun, her morbid tales of what could come.
This time it’s owner one, about the man who burned alone.
He was awful, a brute, a slimy fiend,
And a gift for the blonde he needed you see.
You see this blonde, she loved tabby cats,
And the man knew this and where to stop.
So my dearest was placed in the care of the man,
With hopes she’d never leave again.

It was a treat, the blonde I mean,
She pet her and pampered her like a queen,
And loved her more than anything.
She’d have her as hers, but her mom you see,
Was very allergic to the tiny thing.
So Emily stayed alone with the man,
Unloved and mistreated,
Waiting for the girl to return again.

That’s when from the shelves she appeared,
Seething and brooding at the sights she’d seen.
He has to go, this I know,
In a manner that fits his blown ego.
So a plan was struck,
Like the match she lit,
And back at the shelter Emily found herself again.

I laughed, a bit nervous, at her might,
But knew I was safe for now this night.

The mood changed, Emily settled.
She stared at me, her eyes tranquil.

“Donald” she whispered “I like you a lot, so I’ll tell you how this all came about.

I was sick,
Very sick.
Confined to bed,
When my father,
A good man,
Got me a pet.

I loved her,
My dearest friend,
But my day nurse,
She loathed her,
And cursed her pelt.

I got worse,
One Fall night,
My time was near,
With my last breath,
I promised,
To protect her.

And that I did,
With this curse:

Treat her right and you’ll live many days,
Treat her wrong and you’ll hear from me.”

A chilling laugh, crawled beneath my skin,
As a ghostly wind blew through my things.
I smiled and looked at my Emily,
The promise you made,
Is the promise I will keep.


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