avatarParoma Sen

Summary

The poem "Catriot" humorously describes a conversation between the author and their cat, who is personified as a patriotic economist with a preference for eating corn litter despite being a carnivore.

Abstract

"Catriot" is a whimsical poem that explores the quirky personality of the author's cat, who is depicted as a patriotic feline with a keen interest in the American economy, particularly its reliance on corn. The cat, named Shona, shows her love for her country by consuming corn litter, much to the author's dismay. In an attempt to educate Shona about her place in the food chain, the author explains the dietary habits of their wild relatives, the lions and tigers. Although Shona seems to understand and even enjoys a meal of chicken, she ultimately returns to her beloved corn snack, leaving the author to sigh in resignation.

Opinions

  • The author humorously elevates their cat's status to that of a patriot and an economist, highlighting the cat's peculiar interest in the economy due to its love for corn.
  • The poem reflects a lighthearted frustration with the cat's stubborn adherence to eating corn litter despite being educated on her carnivorous nature.
  • There is an underlying affection and amusement towards the cat's behavior, as the author takes the time to have a "heart to heart chat" about diet and heritage.
  • The author acknowledges the cat's momentary acceptance of her carnivorous diet after trying chicken but ultimately accepts the cat's independent and unchanging preferences.

Catriot

A poem on my cat, the patriot economist

Photo by George Gillams on Unsplash

My cat’s a patriot, hence a catriot.

Born on American soil, she knows that its economy pivots on corn. And she loves corn so much… she chooses to snack on her corn litter!

So, I sit her down, for a heart to heart chat. Shona, I say, it’s time to learn- You are a carnivore. And I tell her all about the food chain, And her cousins, the lions of Africa, and the tigers of Bengal.

She nods wisely, then yawns. I tempt her with chicken, and she laps it up. New pride in her carnivorous heritage, I think.

An hour later, she’s on the corn again.

Sigh.

Poetry
Poetry On Medium
Cats
Patriotism
Pets
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