Anything Goes : "My Big Black Cat", Agree or Disagree? by Kevin Cooper

My Big Black Cat Panther, genus panthera, described as large, fierce, beautiful, exotic, I know him simply as my big black cat. My big black cat goes with me everywhere I go. He is my companion, my friend, my protector. His sleek beautiful powerful body. His full deep dark lips with piercing eyes that penetrate my mind. His hulking long mahogany limbs to screen my flesh and comfort my fear. Some people and by some people I mean friends and family, call him a beast an animal that can’t be trusted. He’s not like us. He doesn’t look nor act like us. They and by they I mean those who know what is best for everyone, even question his intelligence, his upbringing. For years they have gone to great lengths to hunt, persecute, maim, capture, torture and even kill to extinguish his existence. All I can say to those who refuse to know him is, he’s mine. Every inch of his heart, body and spirit belong to me and me to him. I wake every day with his body laying warmly next to mine. His breath against my skin, his titillating tongue betwixt my quivering toes. His powerful arched back which are unforgiving tranquil pillows of consciousness to my soul. His unwavering commitment to my safety, my happiness, my joy, my pleasure only solidifies why I can’t be without him. My cat allows me to feed him well and often and he loves it. He eats four, five sometimes up to six hours a day. Fulfill him with beatitude. Just what every woman needs to keep a happy home. So don’t cry for me America. Keep your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, poor, tired and confused. Keep in high regard those so-called authoritative figures who pass judgment in bathroom stalls or twelve year old boys. Wave your flags in the air and party like you just don’t care, about starving children, homelessness, joblessness or war. Now a preacher or a teacher or a electrician, a fighter, or a writer, or a politician, the cat with the key to my ignition is black baby, there is no competition. Two inches or a yard rock hard or if it’s saggin, not in my house. You see my cat is large and that may be intimidating to most, but just right for me. He’s not a puny pussy who purrs if he wants something, he growls. I guess that’s why they follow us around in stores and why a corner boutique I used to visit now has a sign outside which reads, “NO BLACK CATS ALLOWED”. Is it the stride in his walk, his massive chest, his broad shoulders, his powerful legs, his full lips, penetrating eyes, his long wet tongue or is it me or ’63. If this is change we can believe in, I want my dollar back. Cash rules everything around me, cream get the money, dollar, dollar bill y’all.