The cat hotel


The Cat Hotel

Sometimes I walk to Mission and De La Vina

To visit my feline friends at the Cat Hotel.

They are always there waiting for me, purring,

Furry, ready to rub and mark their territory.

The cats who live there are all wealthy.

They come from privileged, queenly collared.

Their fur is always tongue-washed and fragrant.

Their meows are soft and sincere.

The majestic Cat Hotel is for cats only

And has a graceful, elegant female feel.

Only devoted and gentle servants work here,

Like Camille and Alexandra and Sarah

Who love and worship the kitties and tabbies.

When you look inside you see high tree branches,

Landings, chutes, lofts and ladders.

You see Siamese mingle with Russian Blues,

The Himalayans boxing with the Tonkinese,

Long hairs, short hairs, no hairs,

ZsaZsa licking Angel, Sasha sniffing Zorro.

They all have clean teeth, freshly clipped nails,

Their shots are documented, ears free of mites.

They are cats of different colors, different fathers

Who live in apartments, town homes and condos.

They have outdoor gardens and swimming pools,

Cat toys, litter pans, and cutting edge technology.

They all want for nothing, those alluring, cunning, playful cats

Who stay at the Cat Hotel when their Masters are away.

Read my HubPage on cats at http://marktulin.hubpages.com/hub/Cats-That-I-Know

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

2 comments on “The cat hotel

  1. Theresa Ruiz

    Perfect, as it describes my own kitty, Bunny. That’s right, she’s a cat and she’s named Bunny. I picked her up at an animal care center that was selling cats and kittens, like a used car sale lot. I wish I had the advertisement that led me there. In actuality, it was my room mate. He wanted the company of a cat and had enjoyed them previously. I have always been a dog person and loved growin up with them. A cat would be a new experience for me. Bunny has grown more precious to me in the four years I have had the pleasure of her living in my life. She is lovable, precocious and beautiful in her blackness. She can be playful but not too demanding unless her food dish is empty in the morning. She will keep me company as I get ready for work until I finally fill her bowl. Surprisingly, she can be affectionate as she will climb all over me waiting to be massaged and scratched by me, purring incessantly as she does. I am a converted cat person for sure and wouldn’t trade my life now for nothing…except for the occasional visit with my favorite canine, Ali (or Chloe).

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