Naming my cat Didact,
I may have unfairly held her
to unattainable standards.
Typical male.
Well, Didact was a furry, brown creature -
like an amiable bear who meows.
When someone came in,
she would meow, and continue to meow,
until I got up and pet her.
This poem is not a metaphor.
I don't lock my door at night.
Someone came in, and Didact sounded the alarm.
They pressed snooze, just as I was.
A TV, a camera,
a case of Blu-rays,
and all nine lives.
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