Just an ole barn cat

that wanders in now and then,

jumps gently to my lap,

our favorite chair is by the fire.

He purrs and snuggles, snuggles and purrs,

such a bucket of comfort, simple understanding and love.

Just an ole barn cat,

he doesn’t ask for much,

a gentle scratch behind the ears

some food and affection.

He massages my soul with his big coon paws,

while preening and cleaning his thick

Maine Coon Cat fur.

Ole lazy green eyes, has found a home

in an old log cabin in quaint Bridgton Town.

He’s more than a cat in a strange kind of way,

this ole tom is both family and friend.

By Laurie R. Knight