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I'm getting on in years, my coat is turning grey. My eyes have lost their luster, my hearing's just okay. I spend my whole day dreaming, of conquests in my past, Lying near a sunny window, waiting for it's warm repast. I remember our first visit, I was coming to you free, Hoping you would take me in and keep me company. I wasn't young or handsome, two years I'd roamed the street. There were scars upon my face, I hobbled on my feet. I could sense your disappointment, as I left my prison cage. Oh, I hoped you would accept me, and look beyond my age. You took me out of pity, I accepted without shame. Then you grew to love me, and I admit the same. I have shared with you your laughter, you have wet my fur with tears. We've come to know each other, throughout these many years. Just one more hug this morning , before you drive away, And know I'll think about you, throughout your busy day. The time we've left together, is a treasured time at that, My heart is yours forever, I promise...This Old Cat.
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This page is inspired by and dedicated to my neices and nephews: Jaime, Sheri, Kristopher, and Patrick--true cat lovers! And their kitties... Simba, Kiara, Jo, Jack, Foxy, Beauty...and Jose...who has gone to kitty heaven. |
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