Cat Patrol: Ode to Mandy


Each morning, bright and early
(except in case of rain),
you'll see outside your window,
traversing her domain

A furry little sentinel--
the keeper of the flame.
She is the house protectorate,
and worthy of the name.

No thing escapes her vision;
no foe invades her rounds.
Efficient, and with feline grace,
the queen surveys her grounds.

And when her post is finished,
and her mission then complete,
she deigns to tell her humans
that it's really time to eat.

But if they can't be wakened,
or roused from nice warm bed,
she simply curls up on a chair
and waits there to be fed.

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P.J. Stump was born in northeastern Colorado in the prairie and bluffs region she writes about in her debut novel, Wednesday's Child. She received her early education in Grover and Hereford, Colorado, subsequently entering University of Northern Colorado in Greeley at age sixteen. She has had a varied and interesting life, having been a legal secretary, an artist whose paintings have been widely collected, an enthusiastic golfer, a musician playing Hammond organ as part of a trio, and an author of poems, short stories and articles published over the years. She has lived most of her life in Colorado, except for a dozen years near South Padre Island and Port Isabel, Texas. Her two cats, Brandi and Cody, share their apartment in Loveland, Colorado, with her.