The Pootie

This was my Pootie. I was privileged to have him in my life between 1991 and 2003. I've written tons about him, but nothing more important than to refer to him as "My Second Soul." 'Nuff said.

In 1982, I lost a Siamese kitten named "Iskra" (Spark, in Russian). Panni wrote a poem about her:

Iskra (In memoriam of a mysterious little cat)

Her little body was light and soft
Her eyes were misty and blue –
She was a rather silent little cat
But she actually looked at you.

I wondered what she was looking for
Early in the morning sitting on
My knees –
What was the meaning of
Her short life?
And the meaning of her
Untimely death?