Tonight's Poet Corner: Seeing-Eye Cat

Seeing-Eye Cat
by Belinda Roddie

My tabby was lost in a
guide dogs center -
not blind, just lost. A
worker loved him,
raised him up to be a seeing-
eye cat, on a leash and everything.
He got so big he could
rival a Corgi, but everyone else
thought the whole thing was mad
for so many different reasons.

But now he's my cat.
I don't go out much. The
darkness is very calm for me,
and the scruffy fur is my
therapy as I listen to the
television set, my tabby nestled
against my knee, his paw on the remote
in case I want him to
change the channel.