"I want to help you

Find your way",

My pre-teen Kathy,

Said that day,


She was holding a sad,

Scared, wild-eyed kitten

In the palm of her hand
.
It looked like a mitten.


Kathy often found strays

That were outside their bounds.

But she got them back home

Without too much lost ground.


Only this time was different

We were further away

On the road going home

And this little stray

Was not normal and usual

Not active at all.


Just lost and alone

A bit of grey fur.

So messed up and frightened

No reason to purr.


Kathy knew how dangerous

It could be

When a kitten like this one,

Filled with fleas,

Only whimpered, "Meee-ow", so pitifully.


She wondered

If this tiny one

Would even survive

A trip to the Vet's

When she begged me to drive

As quickly as possible

To ensure this poor bit of fluff

Could stay alive.


So, along with my pocket book,

A shortcut we took,

Hoping Doc Flavia

Would take a look.


And yes, when we got there

As you can imagine

Our Vet prescribed nutrition

AND flea AND worm medication.


It took a while

For the tiny one to mend,

And we weren’t sure

Just how it would end.


But now, glad to say,

With weight gain

And a bath,

This grey little fluff ball

Has recovered at last.


So, now you must have

Just an inkling or two

Of what happened next,

And I’ll tell you it’s true .


Kathy looked at her "Momm-eee",

And posed her request,

I then realized this little one

Was more than a guest.


So now it’s been two years,

With this little kitten.

She is all sweetness and purring

And we call her “Mitten”.


With this little fur ball,

The fun never ends.

She is now Kathy’s

And they are best friends.