Ruth’s babies are so small,
They are perfect and tiny compared to their cousins
Ruth is proof trauma in youth scars us,
I know my traumas.did me in youth and adulthood,
Ruth too,
She fights and chases the others in my feline family down my long hall,
She isn’t mean, just scared,
See when Ruth was a kitten,
Human waste threw her and her siblings out the open car window,
My adopted sister standing in HyVee’s I asking lot in Oelwein Iowa caught her,
What spawn would do that to any innocent baby life form?
Her daughter had been given and used as a tool to use against a son.who wanted a cat,
We git her back,
Both Penny nor I would I ever relinquish a kitty without the human knowing we will always take the kitten or cat back,
Thus afternoon, Ruth was acting forlorn,
So I at intervals loaned her one of her babies,
It’s so sweet and sad,
Like a mom in protective custody,
She’s a beautiful cat,
Turtortus shell with a streak down her nose,
Always will be a part of my family,
We are sort of like the broken Sant toys,
Val Whitewolf 