At a time when I thought I had
No more space in my heart to give,
I found her, trembling at Death's door;
The Vet didn't think she would live.
I'd sworn not to own another cat
After my old favorite one had died,
But that tiny starveling's plight
Simply could not be denied.
My dog adopted her straight away,
Even encouraged her to nurse;
Though not much more than comfort,
It helped avert the Reaper's curse.
The kitten rallied, and began to thrive
With a most surprising alacrity:
Sleek fur, gold eyes, and aptly named
"Dame Venus-Bast De Prittee Kittee".
She gets neurotic when not fed
At the same time every day;
Afraid I might not love her
As much as yesterday.
She is fiercely affectionate...
Kneading skin with sharp claws,
But can also be quite gentle
With her lovely, dainty paws.
She loves to climb in bed at night
To snuggle under covers with me;
Vocalizing her happiness
By purring loud and contentedly.
A.K. Garrigus
September 24, 2005
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