In remebrance of my beloved Smokygirl I wrote this poem
We got you when such a small little kitten
Yes I admit I was quite smitten
The softness of velvet was your fur
Your stubby little tail as a manx
I knew I had to have you for sure
I miss you my friend, my beautiful silver girl
I miss you jumping on my back
Playing with my hair as if on a attack
I know that you are now truly free
and in my heart forever you will always be
My Beautiful Smokygirl
This started as My Cats. Since I love to write poetry thought I would change it up a bit.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
We took the little tuxedo kitten home. Feeling sorry for him, the first thing I did when we got home was to take him into the bathroom and inspect him. As I did so I seen something moving in his fur turned out he was covered in fleas, literally. Poor guy, I set out to get the water in sink warm then proceeded with the cat flea shampoo I had. I washed him for what seemed like a hour, but at last no more fleas. I dried him and cuddled him next to me. He purred the whole time, it seemed like he already knew he had a new home. My husband came in and said well what are we going to name him. I smiled and said "Wally, since we found him at Wal-mart." I gave him a saucer of warm catsmilk and some catfood. He ate and purred, then fell asleep in a catbed we had. The next day he seemed like he wasn't very perky. So my husband took him to his first Vet's visit. The doctor said he had a cold from being exposed to the weather and from mewing so much. He was given antibiotics and his first examination and shots. He blossomed into such a beautiful cat with what looked like a hershey's kiss planted on his nose. He is a wonderful addition to our home.
Enter the Wally
It was a cold and rainy November night in 2004, that Wally entered our lives. We had gone to the local Wal-Mart Supercenter to do our weekly shopping. We had got out of the car and headed to the store when I thought I heard what I sounded like a cat. My first thought was that it can't be. I was so used to hearing my cats meow I thought I was imagining things. So we was half way to the store and I heard the meow again, this time louder and sounded very urgent. I turned to my husband and said " I think I hear a cat meowing. He said he heard it too at about that time a skinny pitieful looking black and white kitten ran right up to me. His sad little eyes pleaded with me. I picked him up and said "You poor little baby, who could have the heart to just dump you off like this." Well I turned to my husband and we both could not beleive how this could happen to the little guy. I told my husband to put him in the warm car, someone had also put a rubberband around his neck which I promptly removed. We agreed that our shopping would be really quick. We already had 3 cats at home. Princess a sweet older grey and white cat. Tigger a older longhair cat and Smokygirl a silver grey manx. At the time I wasn't sure if another cat in the home was going to be a good idea or not. We finished our shopping within 15 minutes. As soon as I opened the car door the little baby jumped in my lap with a loud meow and purr.
He melted my heart right then and there.
He melted my heart right then and there.
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