SMOKEY
HE CAME TO ME A KITTEN, BOX TRAINED AND FULL OF THE DICKENS.
HE LOVED WATCHING THE BIRDS IN FLIGHT JUST WISHING HE COULD CATCH ONE INSPITE.
HE SPENT HIS DAY CATCHING A MOUSE OR TWO LEAVING IT DAZED BY MY LEFT SHOE.
HE GAVE MUCH LOVE THAT CAT OF MINE NEVER COMPLAINING JUST ACTING FINE.
HIS TOYS ARE A CONSTANT REMINDER FILLED WITH FRESH CATNIP SEWN IN THE BINDER.
HIS SPOT ON THE WINDOW SILL CAPTURES THE SUN WITH VISIONS OF HIM READY TO RUN.
HIS WINTER DAYS WERE SPENT BY THE CRACKLING FIRE NEVER TOO HOT FOR HIM TO PERSPIRE.
HE SPENT HIS NIGHTS CURLED UP ON A BED KNEADING AND PURRING DREAMING TO BE FED.
HE WAS THE BEST MY CAT OF ELEVEN NEVER REACHING NINE JUST MERELY SEVEN.
Love forever,
| Smokey |
| 8, Feb 1999 |
| Irene M. Collins |