Little China Lost His Way

Little China lost his way

We found him in a thicket screaming out night a day.

With no place to go and no home to call his own

He became but another critter to now call our place home.

Pitiful was he with his little kitty scream,

But now he has no fear, for he has gone from pauper to king.

Throughout the house now does Little China roam,

Climbing curtains, chasing string shadows

And on bare feet and legs does he, his claws hone.

Oh but woe is we, as every two hours does he say…

“milk, milk, milk, milk…and hurry, I got to go play.”

Now as quick as a wink we jump to little china’s command,

we warm the milk just right and approach with eyedropper in hand.

Now as you all can see from the picture above,

this little kitty has settled in for some warm milk and tender love.

Now with his little belly all warm and full,

and his little motor set sound to a soft purr,

Little China who is no longer lost,

is on top of the little kitty world.

J. Allen Wilson © Nine 2006