Friday 13 March 2009

Where Have You Been All Week, Then?


The grey cat, whose name was Tobias,
wanted an old lady to care for him
to feed him tuna and fresh cream
and salmon on Tuesdays.

He spent a week –
a whole week, mind –
sitting on the wall of number 22,
staring at the window
where the old lady sat.

On Friday she wasn’t there
but there was a white van with flashing lights at the kerb
and men with a portable bed.

On Saturday she wasn’t there again.
So Tobias went home
where his pets gave him meat out of a tin
and just ordinary milk.

8 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

that's a sad story but a very cheerful looking cat with lots of character

Rachel Green said...

Thank you.
Cats are ultimately out for number one.

aims said...

Ahhh!

What timing you have somedays Rachel.

My 90yr old aunt was just rushed to hospital and was told she was dying. That was Monday. Today is a different story tho. She has improved so much the doctors are astounded and she is now planning on moving into a new apartment.

Age! and cats.

A Woman Of No Importance said...

LD, that is one cool, and perhaps typical, cat! Beautifully captured!

RachelW said...

"His pets" love it! Yes, the cat knows what matters most. And they are often more loyal to their stomachs than anything else.

spacedlaw said...

Poor Tobias.

Rachel Green said...

Thank you all.
Aims - my good wishes for your aunt.

BT said...

I think he picked the wrong house there!!! Lovely painting though.