whoever came up with the term
clearly has not met mine.
she waddles about
somewhat helplessly on
impossibly tiny feet--
feet the women of ancient china
would go bonkers for.
her belly sways to the off-beat
of her body's motion
and pulls at her spine
in the middle,
bending it down
into a permanent arch.
she is not "cool."
the only influence she exerts
is over me,
when her pathetic mews
and the relentless butting of her head
finally move me
to scratch just under
her little chin.
this cat is proof
of the lack of trust
you can place in idiom.
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