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Tarleton
So the cat died,
I suppose no big deal,
Like people cats die
Every day,
Just a silver grey
Siamese called Tarleton
After the twins in
Gone With The Wind,
Named by a lady who
Liked southern novels
And cats,
She was leaving the
Country and left us
The cat,
She was only sixteen,
But I guess in human years
She was well into her eighties,
Shit, did you know that cats
Can get breast cancer,
She was a real chatter box,
I sometimes swore she
Was a little person
In a cat suit,
I am going to miss
Our mystic conversations
And everything else that
Goes with being a friend
Of a cat,
I’m sure we’ll hook up again,
Somewhere, sometime,
Until then my days
Will be a bit emptier
Without a little pussy.
(She had a sense of humour and
would have insisted on that line.)
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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