Floated to earth,
Upon goshamer wings,
Born in a field near a barn,
Grey calico to a torture shell female,
In Bolton Iowa,
Bolton claims fame for the largest skillet,
I had found the small ball of fluff pictured in Independence,Iowa, by the women’s room at Kwik Star,
It said kitten to give to good home,
The kitten looked just like my Sofie car,
Sophie would never be a momma cat,
I just had to have the kitten,
So off I drove in the the wilds of Iowa’s unknown acres of dirt,dusty roads in search of Bolton Iowa,
I arrived late,
In the wrong place,
Missed the dude three times until he just told me to stay put!
I did!
We drove to his farm,
Nice place,
Bug barn,
The fellow use to train horses.
His words,
Dad would have said break,
You break a horse,
You don’t train them!
Now all he had was two horses,
A fancy car,
A nearly empty barn a mother cat and kittens,
He said the mother cat just one day arrived,
She was lonely for a while, and then the neighbor brought a little powder puff main coon she said she found under a trailer,
Cats need friends,
They still love eachother,
Precious had kittens,
Sadie wanted so to be a momma,
She lays with them,
Cleans then and cares for them,
Counts them,
If any are missing, she looks.until they are found ,
It’s annoying,
But no one can be made at her long,
Sadie the angel cat,
My girl!
Val Whitewolf 