© R. Malcolm Brown, Jr.
Hello my black cat
How do you want your petting?
Stroke the chin or head?
No, please, the whiskers
I dearly love the whiskers
I feel so good, then
OK I obey
Your wishes for a nice stroke
But I am busy
What say you, Malcolm?
Why do you ignore me so?
Just when I need love?
I know, Aida
You are so affectionate
You want more petting
No, Malcolm, no, no
Please stroke my long whiskers, please !
I feel so good then
Yes, yes, Aida
I will meet your wish today
Tomorrow, who knows?
All right, Malcolm, thanks
For being so kind and nice
When you could be mean!
May 23, 1994
This interesting black cat came into the family as our
daughter, Julie, nursed it back to health when it appeared on our doorstep
on the evening of the summer solstace, combined with a bizarre lunar eclipse
several years ago. The robust, almost playful expression and the numerous
"meows" demonstrate a remarkable intelligence and understanding of this
particular cat's personality-one which is friendly, ugh, too friendly!
This cat will allow one to pick it up by its hind legs, hang it inverted
and, at the same time, stroke its belly, all without a scratch. Julie named
the cat after one of her operas, and this animal can simply be mesmerized
by stroking its whiskers and holding its nap, probably as its mother may
have done to carry it from place to place. No doubt, Aida is unique in
some ways, but she expresses the universality of animal behavior in the
context of our need to communicate and be kind to animals. Hopefully this
poem conveys Aida's personality!