I wake up early because many years ago
An orange cat would bite my elbows
Wanting to be fed. Once dressed,
I open the shade so a tortoiseshell ghost
Can read the future in the scutterings
Of birds and squirrels. At breakfast,
A black and white ghost reminds me
To never leave a milk pitcher unattended.
I've known a cat who could levitate and one
Who walked on her hind legs, startling my mother.
One cat spent her whole life trying to be
In any room where I wasn't. Another
Followed me everywhere.
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