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There could be no other name for a Kitten like this one .
He is Brave , his black , silky hair , Vito has won suitors marking his claws .
This tiny little Cat , very soon all kittens on this street, will be kissing his paws .
for he earned his name Vito , the Kitty Godfather you know.
with whispers from other Cats "There He is " There he goes "
His Tail wavy like a dog he strides. Tall but yet low.
Vito is a tiny proud cat and likes his pasta made a special way
I make a red sauce , but it is the white clam he craves
He picks his claws fine , then with a full belly he plays
Vito with eyes of the finest blue and green , that will stare at you when you sleep.
It has been said by some female cats , do think he will go out with me some day ?
A Fine cat and kittens he will make ~meow meow, says a jealous girl kitten , no way !
Vito loves to play on the wood floors at night , he runs fast ,
he is not silent ..he is the young Godfather , Vito has earned the right.
Vito , the tiny kitten , Vito the young cat ,
Vito keeps our blocks free from any nasty rat.
No ..a Rat will not confront Our Vito at all
He will be pushed aside and evicted with one lift of his paw
One thing this kitten has that makes him so unique ...
He his adored by this owners . He is happy , and warm , safe in our sheets !
Ailing baby cats die exacting fear grief having inevitably just killed loving mothers not
only plainly questioning reasons some things understanding vile wrong-doing xanax yields
A fish called Bob
was twisting in the pot.
He met another in the mirror
and he was happy to twist.
Never Just a Dog
The day was long and hard
You greet me at the door
Ever ready to show the love
Ever ready to listen
Never judging, never arguing
You wag your tail and smile
Patiently waiting to have my
Hand; gently scratch your ears
Patiently waiting for your leash to snap in place
Slowly you take the lead out into the world
Walking in companionship
You feel the tension leaving my body
Your excitement grows, and yet you patiently wait
You wait for the smile and the signal to play
There it is! That loosened leash that says freedom
You chase the blowing leaves around until the true prize comes forward
Your favorite ball sails through the air and you run as fast as you can to retrieve it
Then back again to my side
You drop the ball and wait for me to pick it up and send it flying through the air again
Again, and, again the ball flies until the darkness is coming and your tummy rumbles
You sit and patiently wait for the snap of the leash once again
Tonight is a special night; we take an extra run around the park to burn off the rest of the day’s tension
Home at last for some kibble and a drink
You settle next to me, and nap as I slowly drift off
I nestle next to your warmth and smile
You are my friend, my companion
But never just a dog
I have a certain cat,
Who's such a spoiled brat
Tippy is his name,
And eating is his game
He whines early each day,
As in my bed asleep I lay
His loud purring in my ear,
Is all that I can ever hear
He's always wanting more,
Of his dinner for me to pour,
In to his silver food dish,
So he can eat it with great relish
Next, he wants to chase his ball,
To and fro down my hall
Then finally, he likes to take a nap,
While being curled up in my lap
White little kitten
with glowing eyes
soft purr so lovely
silent walker stealing milk
so gently it plays
always cute for ever
there here till the end and when you need a helping hand they are most
likely to help.they will always be there when your sad or happy or
maybe even angry and scared.
A man sits by a fire, No life partner, or companion besides his beloved cat.
The cat he calls Mr kittles which is loving and gentle and has kept the man sane throughout the years.
He still remembers the cat as a kitten crying and meowing for food and being scared.
The man remembers tending to the kitten and getting a sense of fulfillment and meaning to his life although hes depressed and has no meaning to live.
From kitten to cat it gives him the motivation and love.
Everyday the man feeds and waters the cat and sits on his chair and pets and listened to the sounds of a comfortable purr from the animal.
Days go to years and the youth full cat is old and brittle showing signs of fatigue and loss of life.
The mans fear of losing his cat is coming true.
Hes been dreading the day he will lose his best friend and companion.
Everyday the man pays more and more attention trying to get in those last pets and whiffs of the cats fur.
For the man doesn't know when the day will come so he is scared and must Cherish every moment.
Life is a very sacred thing and should not be taken for granted, He cries solely every night fearing the worst.
How will he cope and what feelings will come upon him with the cats passing.
He knows he might not have the strength if his best friends leaves him behind!
The day has come the car is terrible sick and the man knows what has to be done. He takes the cat to the vet and they lay him down and hook up the IV.
The mans heart beats, palms become clammy, the mind rushing with an controllable thoughts of sadness.
He stares in to the cats eyes as they dimmed and shut, the man starts crying uncontrollably and pets the cats head and tells him he loves him.
After this the man goes home sits on his chair and an eerie feeling of not knowing Ur fellow friend wont be there to comfort you comes over the man.
The grief is to strong the man starts drinking heavily and takes his own life.
I Wrote this pretty quickly its like 4am I couldn't sleep.
Its funny the story above is based loosely on me and my cat.
He sixteen years old Ive had him since the fifth grade and hes always been there for me.
Sleeping next to me I love petting him and smelling his hair.
I got real close to this cat after my divorce.
He real sick now and you never know life comes at you quick.
So make good of your time and to the people in your life
she is the best.they can get angrey.but she always will be their for
you.when you have a have a problem she will always help.thats what
mothers are for
Well we certainly did it last night
When we went grocery shopping, there was a slight oversight
The dog will not eat his regular feast out of the bag under the sink
But he won't go thirsty, he will have plenty to drink
He's a good old boy, he will not complain
We're having Meatloaf, Mashed Potatoes topped with the dog's Gravy Train
The chunks seemed to soften as they were put on the stove to bring out the flavor
The family will find out if it is something a person would savor
The smell was quite odd, not bad, not good, just odd
Maybe this would be gourmet in some areas abroad
As the kids sit the table, with the plates all the trimmings
The secret item is reduced to simmering
Everyone is ready to hear about the brown chunky stuff on the potatoes, I begin to
We forgot our usual Mc Cormick's instant, so we had to Fido's Gravy Train
Everyone at the table looked at one another
I hand the first plate to their mother
The next serving I passed to our daughter of age three
Then the next one came to me
I took one bite, the chunk shimmied down the throat
My stomach instantly began to bloat
The three year old took a bite and passed gas with the sound of a Whooping
Needless to say we gave Fido back his Gravy Train