Was she a cat baby, was she a baby cat? She was not
a kitten. She was an infant deciding—or should we say
becoming—as we now know but not how the infant
becomes a man or woman—this babe though decidedly
human in aspect became a cat and hopped up on the dark
green 1950 Pontiac, chrome stripes blazing a trail down
the center of the hood, the car GM named for the town
where they made the car, which is named for the Odawa
chief Pontiac, who led his people against the British,
the car that brought this baby home from the hospital.
Cat baby, climbed up on the hood—stretched out,
purring, then curled up on the steel roof for a nap.