The cat is dying
but doesn’t think his owner knows,
so he’s trying to lay hints around the house
so she gets with the program.

A little blood in the urine,
a spat of vomit on the floor,
some torn up upholstery on the couch
all are certain signs, he thinks,
but a life of bad behavior leaves him
in a poor position to provide signals now.
She suspects nothing.

He’s not sure what she could do
if she were aware.
Sometimes, there is God-magic
that helps in situations like this
but he suspects his time
is wrapping up.
Perhaps he could have more comfort
in the weeks he has left.

He wonders if he has mastered block writing enough
to leave a note.