Such a curious thing!

Something she's never seen before!

A piece of kitty kibble on the floor

Outside her bowl.

It's not where it's supposed to be.

Like someone you see

Away from where you usually see him,

Or her, and suddenly don't recognize them anymore,

Or pretend not to, 

Like baptists at the liquor store.

The cat now gingerly picks the piece up with its paw,

Smells it, and its whiskers quiver.

"What should one do in a case like this?" It wonders,

And I do, too.

Well, how should a practicing catholic greet 

His or her priest

In the prophylactic aisle at Walmart?

-jenn