The Cat-Cleaning Day Arrives

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When it becomes Cat cleaning day



When my day turns carnivorous,

Which for a vegetarian like me, it

Means, alas that the day is planning

To gobble me up, crunching me and

clawing, then Trumping down Tweets!


for all the messes, mistakes, mangles &

Maddening memory losses, that have

Sickened my life into stupidity and sloth!

Then I know it has to turn into the Cat-

Cleaning day! Which never fails to

Frighten me out of my fallen –into- the

reddened mouth of the tiger, feeling!


First I pounce on the vomit that Chunri

The gorgeous Tortoise Shell has deposited

On my fat red cover book of Rumi’s poetry!

I scold her furiously and she looks ashamed

And I feel better. Then I go into the garden


And pick up some of the cat shit from where

It had no business to be, and put it in the trash

Then I remove the cat hairs from all the sofas

And all the pillows and all the books and all

The places where it should not have collected

And put it in the compost heap which is cool


And as I clean, the cats watch as watching is

Their prime time treat as if they are enjoying

Their own personal Netflix! With their own

Favourite show like Fargo is mine, along with

Narcos and House of Cards and CSI New York

Then I shudder to find my rare yellow Ivy in

The water garden where only the water lilies


Should be, but one of my Cat Gardeners has felt

It needs to be inside water, then I rescue the

Red and white polka dot from the paws of this

Same gardener who does more of ruminating

Than restoring, repotting, repairing or watering!


By the time I have done with Cat-Gardening, and

Cat Cleaning, the carnivorous crooked Calamity

Has slunk away under the glare of several golden

Orange Cat Stares and left me to fall into peace!




Do Nothing when Catastrophe strikes! (A copy cat poem!)

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Do nothing special to butter up catastrophe

When it visits you slyly, crashing through the

Front door or mostly through the night call

Or the email! Just stand very still and watch

The stray charcoal cat coming for his breakfast


With that horrid red wound on one paw that

Was making him limp all of this week when woes

wrenched your shriveled domain with dread

Then you notice the limp has vanished and a

Drop of decency from the universe falls into

your coffee alongside the stevia which is making

it taste somewhat awful and weird and maybe

you should get back to sugar for the coffee and

then you watch as the stray hungrily eats up

the softened dry food you had made for the

too young dark grey tabby who has lost her teeth,


But who refused to eat the porridge, so like all strays

This one gobbles up the food hungrily without whining

and does not let it go to waste, and that too slowly

adds another Spoonful of sugar to the slime of the

hobbled Hours, as you wait for that dreadful call from

The hospital or the school, or the office or the glum

Electricity bill office, or worse, from the water board


That they are going to cut off your water supply soon

And then you visit the terrace where your very

Own personal purple treasure of Gynura magic

Is coming up in the broken dark blue tea kettle

Your favourite aunt had given to you, long ago

When you still believed in a lot of things that have


Fallen apart, cracked, trampled on or tampered

with now, by that bent elbow of life on crooked

street. But you finish your coffee and take the bus

to the nearest Mall and watch the movie Dangal

you had been waiting to soak up for a long time,

and it is as good as you were told, stupendous, then


you read up one more short story by Rohinton Mistry,

the writer you wish would write more, and quickly,

as you are finishing all his treasures, which kept

you going when you mourned over devouring almost

everything Dickens had written. Here was another

lover of your soul like him, pouring his wit & worried

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hilarious horrified pen over the vast and withering, shining

and sobering magic and misery of India, all served up in such

colorful tea cups of tenderness and that odd wealth of wisdom

that only a book can hold safely for you and give it to you when

catastrophe decides to visit, to check out if it can gobble you

up but perhaps that healthy but not good for coffee stevia

sends it packing and you sit back with serenity to thank Heaven


for books and bothersome blues that always mine your magic!