Whilst holidaying in the Land of Corn
We left the cat behind
She cannot swim within the sea
For that would be unkind
She cannot walk along the prom
Or sit whilst we are dining
The pups, however, bound with us
(When not incessant whining)
I miss my little pussy cat
I’m sure she’s won’t feel hurt
For while she isn’t with us
Half of her’s on my T-shirt
I left it lying on the bed
And on it, she – demure –
must have laid her pretty head
And gifted me with fur
moonworld 
Yay! Pups and kits! Love your lighter poems. G:)
Thank you, you. I can’t promise I’ll keep it up 😉
Love this !
Thank you, Moonie 🙂
Love this. Is the photo the kitty in question? She looks So Much like my cat, which is very cool 🙂
Yes, that’s little Rosie. Tabby, with a few tortoiseshell markings. 🙂