House Guest

When the kitten showed up,
I was unprepared.

It stretched its talons
and yawned -
began to unpack the photographs
of its family vacations.

I had not put down plastic
on my furniture.
I had not purchased a litter box.

I felt uncomfortable
because it wanted me to find it cute.
I am never living up
to the expectations of others.

And it would not answer
the basic questions
on my questionnaire
for potential roommates,
such as Sex? M? F?

In the end I had to ask it to leave.

There was a big kerfuffle.
It deleted me from Facebook.
It told my acquaintances
that it thought I was psychotic -
but like literally - actually psychotic -
technically.

And this one time
we passed each other on the street
and I was pretty sure it saw me -
but it just kept walking.

It's tail in the air
like a proudly waving flag -
claiming its ass for Spain
all the way to the intersection.