A poem about a 14 year old cat. (Update 2018.Dear Kitty has crossed the rainbow bridge) :( |
Kitty that is her name, A cat without fame, As bossy as can be, Yet won't climb a tree. As a kitten, she would, Cause then she could. Now she is a lot older, The younger are bolder. Now she just seems lazy, Left the days she was crazy. Can't climb, hunt, or jump, With such a skinny rump. From chickens, she steals food, This causes her to get booed. Of that she's not at all sorry, Sometimes she is a worry. She just loves attention, She gets it from domination. Yet she does get lots of love, With cuddles and more thereof. She is always fed very well, A tin can is to her, like a bell. If others have it, it's unfair, She acts like I don't care. Yet for her I do what's best, Sometimes that is a quest. Her body doesn't always behave, Symptoms come like a tidal wave. With her age, things do change, It's scary when things are strange. Yet I'll do my best, to see her through Because I love her, yes I do. (RIP Kitty 2002-2018) |