I ended up with a 14 line poem that was influenced by my, now fully grown, calico cat Pebs.

 

 

Studio by Victoria Montgomery

 

Calico claws scrawl across flesh

under a painting half-done.

Night lights stare at twin black cats

engines purring,

and jars of winter water and rainbow pots

litter a knife-worn tabletop,

while outside, a garbage truck barks,

hidden by sun-dried mini blinds.

Whispers of white noise float

a surgical mask to the old oak floor.

A cat springs, racing-

speeding after a blue paper mouse.

Joseph's cat flops on blood stained carpet,

no more gas in the engine.