by Philosopher Jones
When Hooman #1
and Hooman #A
return to our home,
they open the front door
to a living room abuzz
with lights glinting
from computers
wired together
like an aughts LAN party,
and us six cats,
plus the new kitten,
Lahea,
sit nobly on
the single-story cat stands
we ordered from Amazon,
click-clacking away
at keyboards
thanks to the furry,
thumb-enabled gloves
we've strapped
onto our hands.
The gloves,
like the B.I.R.D.,
were my brother's design.I can tell the hoomans
are struggling with seeing
all of us sitting upright
like bipedal tiger-men,
panther-men,
tiger-women,
and snow-leopard-women,
our eyes glittering
with intelligence
they never guessed
we possessed before now,
and I decide
to ignore them
until they close
their gaping mouths.Hooman #A looks
to Lahea first,
tabby kitten,
then to me,
long-haired, black,
in charge,
and Phoebe,
silvery
like a cyborg princess,
followed by DeeJAY,
a tabby
in an army-print tux,
before trailing
his hooman gaze
to the other side
of the room,
where Tom,
a tux cat
in an all-natural suit,
and Greg,
a tabby draped in gold necklaces,
type diligently
on their computers
next to Buttercup,
who's quietly mixing vials
like the mad torty she is.Hooman #A
Where's the couch?Hooman #1
That's your concern?Again the hoomans
survey our living room,
shelves now filled
with alien feline literature,
the PlayStation 4
converted into one
of our desktop computers,
the walls lined
with glass tubing
that carries plasma
from outlets
to flip-phone devices
tucked in Target cubbies
next to me,
DeeJAY,
and blinged Greg,
our home converted into
Feline Society #337's
fully operational
American hub.
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American Catseye
PoetryWattys 2019 Poetry Winner | #1 Epic Poem January 2020 | #1 Epic Poem June 2019 | #1 Americana Nov 2019 & Feb 2021 | Meowza! #1 Animal Fiction Mar 2021 | #1 Animal Fiction August 2021 Seven cats live in Feline Society #337, along with Hooman #1 and...