I Love My Cat Pencil Pouch Friday, February 14, 2025

I have a cat pencil pouch.

I have an adorable little cat pencil pouch!

He is brown and the bag itself is beige.

He telescopes so he can get on all fours and look at me, or stand up straight and gander.

His eyes are a simple black,

Like a sharpie pressed against a page,

with all potential and creativity right in front of them.

His front legs hang his little paws over his chest, just over his belly.

His hind legs keep him upright.

He never falters.

He never gets stuck.

I can always give him a quick belly scratch if I need to recenter.

I can always give him a little head scratch if I need a pen.

My cat pencil pouch is perfect.

Everyday in class, I show him off.

To my friends who’ve seen him a thousand times,

and to classmates who’ve never have,

I introduce them all the same.

“Look how cute he is!”

“Look! He stands!”

“Look! He sits!”

My cat pencil pouch is perfect.

But that doesn’t mean he’s free from teasing.

People make jokes about taking him and hiding him from me.

People make jokes about stealing him.

I know these jokes are all in good fun so I don’t worry at first,

But sometimes I get worried about how he feels.

I get worried how my perfect little cat pencil pouch feels.

He’s done so much for me.

He keeps me ready to write wherever I go.

He keeps my notepad so I can scribble when needed.

He keeps my pen refills so my thoughts never stutter.

But what have I done for him?

A few years ago, I put a sharpie in my pouch and it spilled some ink.

I can still see the little stains on his head.

I can still see the little blotches by his feet.

I can still see all the mistakes I’ve made with him.

But he never judges me.

He never refuses to open.

He never keeps me from writing.

He helps me during all my exams,

He helps me calm down.

He helps me learn.

Thank you, cat pencil pouch.

I love you a lot.

I hope you love me too.