Margaret Aitchison
...is more of a cat person than a dog person.
Whether butterfly minded or simply disorganised, she is a continual but unsuccessful declutterer who imagines a possible use for all manner of junk and occasionally uses some of it in unlikely ways. She enjoys reading, learning and the challenge of attempting to see things from unusual points of view.
Knowing your place
You think you’re the boss. I
know that I am. You
want to pet me. I
want to go out. You
ignore me. I
claw at the curtain. You
open the door. I
sit on the threshold. You
look impatient. I
stay where I am. You
pick me up. I
scratch your hand. You
put on clean clothes. I
twist round your ankles. You
brush fur off your trousers. I
bring up a fur ball. You
introduce strangers. I
sense their fear. You
don’t notice. I
creep up their chests. You
give them coffee. I
stare deep in their eyes. You
call me for ages. I
stay out of sight. You
close the door. I
mew plaintively. You
beckon. I
turn away. You
put down my food. I
refuse to taste it. You
think you’re the boss. I
know that I am.
© Margaret Aitchison 24 October 2023
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