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Her Purrfect Family
by Pirate Turner
Night calls her friend.
Day sees a different side of her,
More human, more woman
Than cat.
Citizens fear her.
The police and the Batman hunt her.
But others call her name,
And those are the ones who matter to her.
They slink out of shadows,
Crawl away from dangers innumerable,
Run to her safety from horrors
The humans could only imagine.
They, too, call her friend,
But Mother is also her name,
She who finds them,
She who protects them,
She who would give her life
To save them.
They come to her in ones and twos.
They flock to her in groups, herds, and kaboodles.
They seek her shelter, her refuge, and,
Most of all, her love.
They are her cats, and her children.
They are her friends and allies.
They are her family,
And in their loving, purring midst, she knows
She needs no other.
Let the Bat continue being the stickler
For law and order that he is.
She does not need him,
Neither as Selina nor as the Catwoman.
The two faces she wears
Are two sides of the same coin,
Two halves of her one whole.
Once she craved love for both.
Now she has found it,
And it has left her with no need of the outside world
Save the jewels and monies she can gleam from it.
She is the Catwoman
In every sense of the word,
And the cats are her family,
Greeting her always with love, acceptance, understanding,
And, rarely, when she needs it, reassurance.
They are her family.
They are the ones she lives for.
She is the Catwoman.
They are her children,
And she needs no other.
Humans are their enemies,
And the Bat their greatest threat.
Next time, she purrs a promise
While rubbing her head lovingly
Against her favorite baby's,
Next time he breaks a date,
Tells another lie, or otherwise
Tries to come between her babies and herself,
Next time she will unsheathe her claws
And the Bat will become a mouse.
She murmurs, grinning,
As she runs her tongue over her lips
And adds with mischief sparking in her green eyes,
A rather tasty mouse at that!
The End