was born in Scott’s house, a place so cluttered
with animals that my son Aaron was never surprised
when a strange cat appeared
Hah he would cry, interrupting his visit
I never noticed that tabby before
And then it would disappear
under a dilapidated armchair upside
down in Scott’s screened porch.
One day Aaron took Izzy home, having taken
A fancy to her
and came to love his new cat, petted her, held her like a baby
Taken with a woman
He moved away, leaving Izzy with me.
When my son’s romance fizzled out and he came back
Izzy stayed with me but
When my son visits he holds Izzy upside down in the air
And jiggles her
An act of love which she remembers with nostalgia.