I’m not a Cat Person
What makes one
a cat person I wonder.
The felines or people,
who would know better?
How is she distinguished
one human from another?
No outward markers signify,
“Come hither feline
it’s fine
I’m a cat lover.”
In my case, I’m more inclined
to pause for a canine
though I’m just not
an animal person.
And it apparently
doesn’t work on the animals
to proclaim your position.
I tried stating aloud to one
“I don’t think cats are fun.”
The cat hunched her back
seeming to fit all her body
against one of my legs
as if she didn’t follow my message.
Then she purred her forgiveness
for my misstatement.
To her it was obvious,
I just didn’t yet know
the fullness of my own
cat connection.
Despite her seeming to know this
and the way I just don’t get it
I’ll trust my disposition and allergies
and continue to keep my distance.
© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers
This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #18, meow! Visit the post to see the details of this prompt.








