Seventeen year old kitty,
Smart as the day in long,
Loves to sit above my head,
Hates others there,
Will sit on my lap,
Convince others it’s a great lap,
Then Honey who is sweeter before she spent two weeks lost in Cedar Rapids Iowa still I think should never be given away,
Honey saunters down from above my head,
Boots rises and with a hint of strut goes to sit above my head,
That’s how Boots rolls,
When he sits upon my lap the only true reason is he knows where I stow his kitty food.
Val Whitewolf 