The greatest cat who ever lived
was Edgar Allan Poe.
The little man who loved to give
my Edgar Allan Poe.
He was always at the door
when I came home from school.
Picking him up and loving him
would sometimes make him drool.
His meow was an alarm clock
that I will surely miss.
Though Phyllis often growled at him
he would rarely ever hiss.
An undercover man he was –
a snuggle bunny, too.
Edgar loved to “make bread” on me.
What am I going to do?
When I got sick he was by my side.
Told the other cats to leave.
He’d lick my arm and wouldn’t stop.
Now who will care for me?
He had a jealous streak in him,
don’t pet another cat.
He’d swoop in and break it up –
I tell you that was that.
Whenever I did laundry
he’d keep me company.
And chase his tail as if to say,
“Hey mommy, look at me!”
I can’t imagine life without
my Edgar Allan Poe.
He was the sweetest little cat
that I will ever know.
With Love,
| Edgar |
| 20, Dec 2010 |
| Nancy and Sheryl |