What an ugly little thing you were
With coat all gray and dirty
You crawled into my lap one night
When you really hungry and thirsty.
You wormed your way into the room
Where you knew food would be
You gave a plaintive little meow
And I could plainly see
That you were not so ordinary
You had a certain touch of gabby
Scruffy little piece of fluff,
Marked all over like a tabby
I fed you some warm milk, a little bread
I didn't have any kitten food
But you seemed happy with my gift
The meow said, "Hey, that's good."
You went into the living room
And made yourself quite at home.
You took a bath and then a nap
Sleeping peacefully in my arms.
You were so young and orphaned
And I couldn't bear to turn you out.
Although a cat was not on my agenda
You made me forget that, all about.
I've had you now for 14 weeks
and man, you're getting big!!
You are sweet and loving and then
You're mean, And oh yeah you are a pig!!
I've pampered you with catnip and toys
Including the ones with the squeakers.
But thinking how you snuck in my heart
You have earned your name of Sneakers.
Shawna R. Holder 12/99
My son found Sneakers and brought him home around the beginning of
November knowing I did not want another animal but this one was so
little not really even weaned and skinny as a rail. Now he's healthy
and robust and I don't know how I did without him. And he really is
Poetry~ Words falling on paper, painting a dream.
Shawna R. Holder