In honor of my cats, I'm going to re-post the poem 'October Cats.' And it won't be for the last time. This poem sums Oz and Norm up so perfectly, I'm going to keep posting it until I have it memorized, and so do you.
One is the color of graham crackers and milk;
cornbread with butter and honey;
a stack of pancakes drenched with maple syrup;
peaches and cream (is anybody hungry?).
The other's tiger markings, gray and white,
are lit like alabaster from within,
foxy, rosy, ruddy; dusky blush.
Who would have thought we were so famished for
the tawny, the caressable? No longer
now splayed out along the floor for coolness,
they reconfigure for the coming season
into shapes of meatloaf, tugboat, owl.
by Rachel Hadas