In Memory of Mr. Mitten's
Mr. Mitten's was a cat that came to me when we lived in Toronto. His owner moved and left him behind. He was an emotional mess when I got him and with FIV. We had him for 8 years. Mr. Mitten’s was a special part of our family...we loved him and will miss him. Here is a poem I made for him. Karen.
In Loving Memory of Mr. Mitten's (passed away, March 1, 2008)
At the window on one dark night.
There sat a grey fluffy cat with orange/yellow eyes.
I held out my hand to say hello when the grey fluffy cat ran away.
“What a silly cat I thought to act that way”,
but he came back the very next day!
He wasn’t unfriendly or being bad,
his face looked frightened and very sad.
If no one else had ever cared,
he probably was very scared.
As I spied on him, off he sped
and spent the night in the back shed.
Alone, hungry with no name,
I thought what a shame, who’s to blame?
I looked for him every day
then put food out,
he’d usually hiss and run away.
I knew he wasn’t used to people being kind,
for he had extra thumbs, what a find.
We called him Mr. Mitten’s. He soon understood that his life could be good.
Plenty of food, a warm safe place at night,
and if he didn’t want to be stroked, that was alright.
Poor Mr. Mitten’s had been a lonely stray,
but now he had a place to stay.
He may not want to be cuddled, or sit in our house,
but he liked to sleep in his new homemade house.
He put on weight, his coat glistened,
and when we spoke, he sat up and listened.
We knew he was thankful for all that we had done,
A special new friendship had begun.
