Phyllis Davis

Sonnet: Cat Logic
Cat sentimentality is a human thing. Cats
are indifferent, their minds can’t comprehend
the concept ‘I shall die’, they just go on living.
Death is more foreign to their thought than
to us the idea of a lime-green lobster. That’s
why holding these warm containers of purring fur
is poignant, that they just don’t know. 

Life is in them, like the brandy in the bottle.
One morning a cat wakes up, and doesn’t feel
disposed to eat or wash or walk. It doesn’t panic
or scream: ‘My last hour has come!’ It
simply fades. Cats never go grey at the edges
like us, they don’t even look old. Peter Pans,
insouciant. No wonder people identify with cats.

-Gavin Ewart