My cat whiskers
Every once in a while, if I am careful to look
before I sweep, I find an endearing gift left by
a passing cat boy. A delicate whisker.
As both Tizzy and Fred sport white whiskers
I can not tell which one left it. I save them all
in a lavender jasperware box.
One day I want to gather them together in
a silver ferrule. A cat whisker brush.
A souvenir of life with two generous cats.