Oh, what unhappy twist of fate
Has brought you, homeless to my gate?
The gate where once another stood
To beg for shelter, warmth and food.
For from that day I ceased to be
The master of my destiny.
While he, with purr and velvet paw
Became within my house, The Law.
He scratched the furniture and shed
And claimed the middle of my bed.
He ruled in arrogance and pride
And broke my heart the day he died.
So if you really think, oh cat,
I'd willingly relive all that
Because you come, forlorn and thin
Well...don't just stand there...come on in!
by Fanic Witham
3 comments:
A 'stray' is what we call the cat who is about to 'stray' right into our lives for years to come. We have an orange cat with a striking resemblance to your almost dozing model...right down to the ability to sleep sitting upright!
Isn't THAT the truth? I think they know that we are cat lovers and that is why they come around our home! ;)
Love this post!
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