A cacophony of cats in my life.
Not one or two, but fifteen, who along with joy, brought sadness
and strife!
All shapes and sizes with grand
and most loving personalities.
The cat from Maine was the smallest
of all.
Maxine was pedigreed and came
home as a present for my daughter as a surprise, one fall.
My oldest cat, Luvey, lived to be
a sprightly twenty years old,
A tortoiseshell petite cat, fun and
a loving, furry, cloud to hold.
Kelly came next, a handsome red tabby.
A happy, mellow fellow who pranced with such grace he really
was happy and snazzy.
Lucey came later, a Ragdoll prize of a cat, about to be put down!
I fought and won to stop her date with death showdown.
I have 15 boxes that have their cremains.
Each box carved, loved, and my
housecoat with lost cat tear stains.
I fed them fluids by IV, medications food, on a special stand.
And countless nights in emergency vet rooms, wringing my hands.
My last cat lost her ability to see
and walk.
I placed her in a wheelchair and
moved her around, as I am not one when faced with a challenge,
to balk.
I can't list all their names of how
fun and charming they were.
I just think of myself as a cat..
Minus the fur!
October 7,2019
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