Lilah came to us as a rescue cat. We were smitten at first sight.
She had been with us for some years before our cat communicator told us that we were meant to make her healing services available to our clients. For a period of time, I kept a lovely portrait of her in my rental space – now that I have a home office, she participates in person, once I have checked with clients about cat allergies. Contrary to Mark Twain’s caution, she can and does “improve the man” but without “deteriorating the cat.”
Still, life with cat
by Sara Eisenberg
Indifferent to the opening of a can
but never to a human arrival,
all silk, darkness, and underfoot,
in answer to a summons
we two have not heard,
plants herself in doorways,
demands we remain alert and
agile in our gaining years,
and also roams the the neighborhood.
She is known to have preferred life on the street
to people who were not up to her standards,
though we never learned the precise details.
When my children were young, their friends called me
“Laurie’s Mommy” or “Jenny’s Mommy,”
now I am “Lilah’s owner” to my neighbors,
even though we all know
no one owns
But oh for life as cat, a body that
joyfully, madly shoulder rolls in pursuit of tail,
bounds straight up a tree trunk to the roof,
rounds itself into any soft corner!
Still, life with cat keeps me
close to mystery,
as every day I fall anew into
her shimmering green