I had a cat
She wasn’t fat
But neither was she lean
Just a little plum was she
And fastidiously clean.
She loved cracking
Her chicken bones
But never did she share;
I’m not talking about me, my friends
She had her sisters there!
In the outskirts where we lived
We had large, stretching, green lawns
She’d play amidst the butterflies there
But like a curved black bullet
Came streaking when I called.
I almost called her Snugglepuss
When she took my bed as hers’
But then she migrated to the rug below
And when for shining green I looked
I could hear her purrs.
I almost lost her to a Tom
When she heard the mating calls
But Mr. Stripes, became a regular
At her food dish; his being
The more demanding yowls!
The day came when I had to leave
My darling mother of four
She looked at her little balls of fluff
Talked with me for a long hour
Then walked me to the door.
© Ruth P. – 2016
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