A long time ago in my garden
s March 13, 2018 Cat rescue 2002
I had a cat which never scratched or bit
Her manners were perfection , I can say
But on the stairs she lay and fell asleep
She tripped me up and fled to Uruguay
She always recognised my newest frock
She would leap down from the window sill
And she would try to milk the fabric that allured
Till I had threads and holes writ in my Will
She used her scratching post when on good form
Yet when we went away, she disobeyed
For we found scratches on the sofa arms
Where she had exercised the right to fray
Yet when she died we missed her perfect pitch
I should have learned to mioaw like a witch
Very nice Katherine, sad, moving, delicate, We are well here–my family that is–though many people are sick. How are you.
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