Say hello to willow
She's comfy as a pillow
Loves to play with brillo
No joke, she is a sillo

In left photo she's on
The attack to get
Knitting wool away 
Forcing me to play

On right hiding behind
planter, acting like a spy
on the porch while I
Clean up spilled soil

She really is too spoiled
But I don't mind
Where she came from
They were unkind

She was so scared at first
Abused by a farm family
I had to love her out of
The fearful state she was in

Willow is a sweet delight
Even when I have to fight
To get her to behave
Guess it's true , I'm her slave..;-)

E T Waldron

This is an old one never posted, because Willow is no longer with me. This is in remembrance, which I couldn't do earlier.I never let Willow out only on the porch.She had plenty of room to play there I was afraid to let her out by herself because she could easily get lost or stolen. One day Willow
climbed over the gate and went wandering a neighbor saw someone take her and put her in his car. That was the last anyone ever saw of her. She did have ID on, so it was theft,
or she would have been returned. I had her two years.

In answer to Janet's question, yes I have a cat sort of;-) She visits almost everyday, stays for hours, I feed her ,sit on my porch and talk with her. I call her stray, because she wandered here from somewhere in the neighborhood,and I don't know if she has an owner, but she's gone a lot of the time so I just enjoy her when she comes, and only feed her when she  asks for food. They have a way of letting you know;-) I posted a pic of her once. Stray is a  lovely golden beige colored cat with gold eyes,and looks like she's well cared for, so I don't try to keep her.She has to come upstairs to see me I'm on the second floor of a fourplex, and she followed me one time as I walked around the complex. We sit together many times to watch the sunset, then she quietly leaves. Kind of mysterious relationship we've had now for almost a year;-)