It was while visiting a friend
that my wife first saw her,
the runt of a litter with
plenty of gumption
and a bite to my wife's little toe was
this Lilliputian feline's way of saying,
"Take me home, please."
Coddled, as if royalty, with want of nothing,
she basked in our attention for
just about seventeen years,
always showing her appreciation with
more feeling and affection
than some humans
we have known.


I miss herrrr. I had a cat before that called Naja, but she just didn't come home one day, sighhh. My first cat I also had to put down after about 10 years - I wanted to be there when it happened but I couldn't do it, I was distraught, even though I was 18/19 by this point
I've always had cats right up until now. Good preparation for my future life, no? HAHAHA! A wonderful poem though




that's sooooo sad!!! 
Seventeen years of unconditional love and affection and a whole lot of memories 




27 old applause
