Feline Fate Poem by Craig Steiger
Feline Fate
The cat stuck high in the tree
Will surely be the death of me
No regal lion with burning eyes
Spelt more succinctly my demise
A cat is a cat, no matter the size - they still demand attention! Hey - just call the fire department - or isn't there one? Cute little poem. Linda :)
This is a curious little poem - opens the door for a wealth of furry possibilities... love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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8/5/2026 3:16:11 PM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
I think I've resisted trying to get down climbed cats. But I love the image of our regal line with burning eyes. When you juxtapose those with a house kitty, you can't help but smile.