MY CAT

1981

Sarah J. Blake

Links

Beating Your Allergies Without Losing Your Cat
Casey's Tribute Page
Moving On
Inca's Lives
Cats, Hurricanes, and Memory

I wrote this poem when I was nine years old. I would say that I was still under the rapture of having a new kitten; but my closeness with Copy lasted until her death when I was 14. Her death during a veterinary procedure was extremely upsetting to me; and I still find it amazing to realize that cats live to be very old even though I have now had five cats who have lived past the age of ten.

When I am alone, I choose my cat
To keep me company.
She is so sweet
With all her blackness
And eyes of pretty green.
When she wakes up
Each and every morning,
She makes a funny meow
So sweet and so warming.
I love her so much
In all her ways,
She fills me with happiness
In all of my days.