A Cat Outside

by therockfile


The cat’s following me; I’m upstairs in the kitchen, she’s out on the porch. I’m back downstairs, she’s out in the garden. It’s a game without end. Silent neighbors. She’s the gardener, I’m the caretaker. Cat can’t come in though. I’m supposed to be invisible, and a cat in the house is not good. She’ll tip me off. So we keep the glass between us for now.