Sunday, April 10, 2011

Carl Sandburg Meets Zuko


The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over the harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

---Carl Sandburg (January 6, 1878 – July 22, 1967)

I wonder what this poem would have been like had Mr. Sandburg encountered our new cat, Zuko. He may have “little cat feet” but he uses them like a water buffalo.

Minerva is grace personified. She has the silent haunches and moves like a ninja warrior. Zuko is so different. He doesn’t run – he gallumps, if you know what I mean. He meows over anything and purrs like a 12 cylinder Jaguar – constantly. And we love him.