THE ERROR OF MY WAYS

I freely admit it.  Even a simple cat will rarely, very rarely, make a mistake.

I have, though not often, walked across her barefoot toes, as she prepared

my breakfast bowl, emitting small screams from her ... a little mistake.

I have sat atop our my polka dot chair and in a loving gesture put my paw down

to caress her head, only to tangle those paws in those messy furs 

head hairs of hers ... yes, just another little mistake.

This one day, however, has never been considered little or small or inconsequential.

This was a serious mistake.  A moment of misjudgment.

Yes, on this one November day ...

THIS ONE DAY, THE ERROR OF MY WAYS

I know better now.  June, the silent cat.