The cat goes, “Meow”.
But is meow the message?
Maybe.
Maybe he’s hungry,
I grab his new all natural kibble bits from the pantry.
Pouring them into his bowl,
He eats - I smile.
Then there’s another, “Meow” - his crying echo fills the house.
The way a cloudy day fills your mind with glum thoughts.
What’s wrong? I upsettingly ask myself.
Maybe.
Maybe he’s thirsty.
I grab another silver bowl, go to the faucet, turn the handle,
and pour just enough - not too much.
Putting it down,
He goes straight to slurping up the cool water in satisfaction.
I start walking down the hallway.
And then I hear it - The soft toned, high pitched cry for help,
“Meow”.
What’s wrong? I plead.
What’s wrong? I say again.
“Meow”, he says.
I stop thinking,
and look into his piercing green eyes.
Maybe.
Maybe he’s just saying, “Hello”.
He rubs his soft purring body against my foot,
then runs off to his mysterious cat ways.