My parents named her “Vashti”, but
We always called her Mittbee.
I offer no defense, except
That I was eight years old.

She was a shysome Persian, gliding
Silently through hallways –
An early introduction to
The life of one not-bold

A soft nocturnal creature who
Delighted in her freedom;
To stay away from everyone
And eschew all the fuss

A cat I now see as a being
That I can relate to:
The kind of creature that I am,
Who stays

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