Doggerel: The Cat Who Wouldn't.

Not crappy, quite charming!

More please!

Now We Are Fifteen


She's still bloody tiny, a midgetly cat.
She's had a few teeth out, she didn't like THAT!
She has a pill nightly, if she can, spits it out
And gives me a glare that would wither a trout.
She moves like a dancer with poise and with grace
And each day, from politeness, shoves her bum in my face.
There's purrage and smoochage and blue melting looks,
But those eyes are like ice if you're in her bad books!

She still says, firmly, "No thank you, I won't."

Love it all! She's such a cat's cat.

She's SOMETHING, that's for sure.

A male vet she was glaring at, over her shoulder, as he inserted a thermometer in her bum, got really nervous.

"My balls are shrivelling!" he said...then looked embarrassed.

So polite, that cat.

Love the catterel.

minuscule

Midgetly!


Possibly homuncular...

Now We are Sixteen and a half.

Her kidneys are shrivelling, her blood count's from hell,
The vet looks up sadly and says "She's not well,
Just take a few days and consult with your heart
But I think it is time to put down this sweet tart."

Well, the tartlet bounced back and she looked really fine
There was smoochage and purrage and blue eyes divine
There was sun love and bed smooch and joyous affection
But then she went down, I foresaw her direction:

"Is it time dearest?" I asked?

The mourners were there and the funeral casket
Resembled where she'd never go..her cat basket,
Friends gathered round and I mourned quite a lot
Tissues were gathered, it was all tears and snot.

"We will do it at home" I declared, "where she's happy"
Time and date were decided, I was sad and quite sappy,
The sad day a'dawned and I looked at my sweet,
And could not help but see she was quite on her feet.

There was black in my heart and my eyes were all red,
But madam declared "I would like to be fed!"
I obeyed (well, of course!) but I needed to know:
"Oh my, my sweet puss, are you ready to go?"

"No thank you" she replied, " not at all."

well writ

Tough kit

I had forgotten about this thread!

She's certainly consistent.

She certainly is.

Our coat's pretty crappy
We seem bloody happy
We're eating like crazy
Decisions are hazy,


BUT I'M NOT ASKING HER!!!

Oh, man...

It's so hard sometimes.

Hey...she's cheated death twice....she's 16 and a half.....she's a winner!

Indeed she is!

And then, on June 1st at about 10.15 am, she was finally ready.

Goodbye my little friend.

oh, deb, we're all so sorry, and we miss her along with you.

Thank you.