"This cat I inherited was once filled with dread / Now he drinks his water from the tap in the loo"
Smokey Joe the Extra Cat
Smokey Joe the extra cat bumps me with his head Offering an ear to kiss which I freely do As he peers out the window from the sofa's back
This cat I inherited was once filled with dread Now he drinks his water from the tap in the loo As those who live here know there is nothing we lack So Smokey Joe the extra cat is settling in
No more cold nights for him he sleeps inside instead Now as the best days of his curious life begin I see that he has found what he was searching for
Sweet write, Stevie. My kids tamed and eventually adopted a stray cat that had obviously been abused. It was terrified me but after awhile, it started to allow the children to pet it. Now, it even allows me. It has joined their other two cats in their home. Thank you for this. Love and peace to you,
Delightful and sentimental poem, that I so associate with, Steven. That's how it began for me over 12 years ago when I adopted a stray I named Momma -'cause soon thereafter she gave us 5 kittens! Momma passed on 2-1/2 months ago (still grieve for her), but I have her 5 kitties and two more.
Smokey Joe is a beauty, and resembles my Midnight.
I love this poem...I think we have all had that extra cat or dog...I had the extra cat...he didn't like to stay inside, but only for a few minutes...he stayed on our farm for years and then as quickly as he come...he left...I thought I saw him at a neighbor's house a few weeks later, but he wouldn't answer when I called...I guess he moved on to bring joy into another families life...great tribute and write.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Puffy strays and something happens to make him decide he will never run away again. Judged "Outstanding" at the 2013 Writers Digest SPB Awards. Named among the best in family-friendly media, products and services 2019 by the Mom’s Choice Awards®.
Great write,
God Bless,
Lew
Regis
Chrissy
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love Tinka
Smokey Joe is a beauty, and resembles my Midnight.
Micke
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling