A straggly cat
Appeared at my door
Obviously homeless
Beaten and sore.
Some dry kibble bits
A can of wet food
All that she needed
To change her sad mood.
Don’t dare approach her
She’ll hiss and she’ll scratch
Be wary, but caring
Or she won’t be back.
Hardly ever alone
She has a sweet beau
They travel together
In rain or in snow.
They needed a name
I call them…. THE HISSERS
There’s she and her husband
No brothers or sisters.
They come in the morning
Promptly at eight
They wait for their food
By the tree, near the gate.
No chance to connect
No pets or sweet purrs
I watch from a distance
It’s what they prefer.
They’re feral you see
Nothing more you can do
Hard to befriend
When they’re so scared of you.
They watch and they wait
They look and they stare
Deep down in their hearts
They know that I care.
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Image from Google Images: jaxhumane.org
I love this one Patty ❤️
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Aw this is a beautiful tale of caring and interaction 🙂
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So sweet, I love it!
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Thanks so much, Renee! So glad you liked it! 💙
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Mr and Mrs Hisser! Love it!
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These two live in the neighborhood. They’re quite ….the pair! Glad you liked my poem. Hope you have a great weekend! 💙
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You too+
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I love this poem, Patty! I love cats and wish they all meet someone like you!
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Thank you so much, Eugenia…. for such kind words! So glad you liked my poem! Hope you have a Magical Day! 💙
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You’re most welcome!
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