You glared at me but i loved you.
You were so darn cute,
White fluff in a scruff,
when i brought you home.
Fleas dominated here and there,
but i loved you.
Even if i did stick you in the drawer,
because you glared at me with that one bad eye,
but i fancied you.
When i bathed you in that red bucket
and you clawed at me with fury,
i chuckled because i couldn't be mad at you,
wet fluff and all,
you looked so scrawny!
And when i let you play with your pink mouse,
you glared at me while clawing at it
oh so suspiciously.
But i know you loved me too,
because you let me hold you
and cuddle you close to my heart.
And then Fate decided
two weeks time,
i couldn't harbor you anymore in my room,
Mother would find out and send you away.
*****
Her name was Maria and she took you in.
I never saw you again, but i heard good things,
i'm glad you were behaving,
but i was petrified when they told me how you died.
and i still play with your pink mouse.
Author notes
Sid was my siamese cat i harbored in my room for two weeks. I only stuck him in the drawer THAT night because he kept glaring at me and it was creepy, also so that i didn't lose him in my room. He was kitten covered in fleas...how terrible was that? But he was such a humerous little tyke...
Written September 28th, 2006
A contest entry
- To My Cat by -df-.
300 points, ended October 9, 2006, 10 entries
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ah the spuddy cat - they are lovely animals, lol at putting him in a drawer. spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...
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Good morning Easy On the Salt.
Put you mind and heart to rest. Kittens like the safety of small spaces. If you had left the drawer open the wee thing would have ended up curled in its furthest corner anyway, You( and he) did what was needed for survival. Life doesn't get more real than, nor does loving. What love existed for Anne Frank's survival from the horrrors of the Holocaust, for she too was shut in for her own good? How heroic a heart shelters the enslaved, feeds the outcast dying, teaches the imprisoned how to live again, nurses the mentally caged with both, tender and tough love!
You are among these people. I do hope you continue writing. Your theme here is revealing the grounded spirit so necessary ( and so rarely found ) for great writing.
Thank you for your entry,
Good luck in the contest.
df
Edited on Sep 29, 8:31 because ''.
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