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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

Comments

Laurie S Novak (author) from Michigan on June 09, 2020:

Thank you Lora! It was hard to let him go. I had to work that night and was two hours late and was balling my eyes out when I got there.

Lora Hollings on June 09, 2020:

This is a wonderful poem, Laurie, about your cat. A sad but beautiful poem about his life and death. I'm so glad that you rescued him instead of leaving him to die on the streets. I love cats and have rescued many in my life. They all had very unique personalities and each one enriched my life. Very well done!