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Kingsley Kat

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Once I found a kitten not much bigger than a mitten.
He was beautiful and full of spunk.
I named him Kingsley, and that’s no junk!

I enjoyed having him around as he grew to be mature.
But he would run away when I would open the door.
He’d be gone all night long out running the streets,
I knew what he was up to, seeing his girlfriend from up the street.

But guess who was there in the morning looking for food.
Mr. sleepy head knew when to be good.
After a satisfying meal he was ready to nap.
I’d watch him sleep soundly, my beautiful kitty cat.

He stayed with me a good many years.
One night he was not feeling himself.
I checked on him and took him to the vet.
It wasn’t good news, I wasn’t ready yet.

I had to leave him behind and I heard him yelp.
I held back tears as I said goodbye, trying my best to help.
I cried that night as he went to the light.
I hoped he’d had a good life and I’d done what was right.

© 2020 Laurie S Novak

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