Shegirl and Jim

SheGirl is tamping down her blanket, comfy cattitude. Pat pat pat pat pat pat, I admire her stealthy attitude. She has me firmly in my place now, glad I have my popcorn. We watch The Horrible Bosses movie, both happy, none forlorn. When we hear words like “hit” and “kill” I cover SheGirl’s ears. My husband asks what I am doing, for he has no fears. This emotionally delicate cat with a heart of gold understands this talk. I know she does; she is a reincarnate of my aunt, and does her walk. When we are alone I call her Marjorie, my aunt’s preferred name. We play Monopoly, my reincarnated auntie’s favorite board game. I don’t bother to share this information or her nickname with him. He is on his own couch lying next to his hound dog, named Jim. Jim reminds me of his father, but I keep my mouth wisely shut. I do not want him to think I am ready for a crazy loony bin hut. Just before we go to bed I hear him say “Jim, I am glad…. That you are here beside me, for you smell like my dad.”