Ann Keiffer

You Can’t Put a Cat

You can’t put a cat.
No matter where
you try to put him,
that’s exactly where
he doesn’t want to be.
Even if he always
jumps up to sleep at
the foot of your bed,
curled up against
the feet of your legs,
if you carry him in
and try to put him
there, he leaps off
like he’s spring-loaded
and makes a get-away.
Later, he will return,
as the stealth cat,
soundlessly leaping
up on the bed to lie
down in the very place
you tried to put him…
the only difference is
now you’re not looking.
No, you can’t put a cat.
Actually, quite the reverse.
The cat’s so perverse, he
thinks it’s his job to
put you in your place.

Ann Keiffer
December, 2014



About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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