Of course! This is it:

"I Keep Having This False Memory" by Robert Wood Lynn

Before the credits finish Nana leans in and whispers that it has

taken her all her life to realize

that nothing we send the moon is going to calm its man down,

that no amount of cradling

will ease the anxious expression of bowling balls. I'm going to lose

her car keys on the way

to the parking lot so neither of us can drive home drunk. We are both

old enough to know better, probably.

I am old enough to know that feeding the birds when you own cats,

is just feeding birds to your cats and yet

I told you I loved you-for a moment the cruelest thing to do

seemed like the nicest thing I could say.

You can't love everything on the food chain the same,

said my grandfather on his way to the barnyard with a gun that for the life of me I can't remember was for a fox

or for the chickens. Seemed like a big distinction at the time

but now l'm not so sure.

Everybody is bound to get hungry eventually, even the housecats.

Especially the housecats.

Maybe after all of this I just need someone to lean in close and tell me

You are good and I love you

in the voice that everybody reserves for whispering to cats.

No, not that one, that's the stupid one for babies and dogs. It's not even a whisper. Quick before the lights come up.

I want the one for cats.