My Pussycat scratches in his box,

A comforting sound to hear…

‘Though cleaning it out I hold my breath,

I do not have to fear.

My Pussycat catches my pants with his claws

When I’m sitting at the desk…

He knows how to get my attention,

Well-meaning ‘though a pest.

My Pussycat has been around for years,

Transitioned from outside….

Like me he’s now an indoor cat

But doesn’t like to ride.

My Pussycat’s lived for sixteen years,

A part of family…

When he goes I will shed many tears

With most of them for me.

My Pussycat has gone off to lie down,

Maybe I can get some sleep…

Sometimes he sleeps the whole day-long

And never says a peep.

My Pussycat is my fastest friend

Right next…to my wife…(!)

We’ll be together ’til the end,

His satisfying life;

We’ll make the best of our closing years…

Of a…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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