My Calico was chocolate-caramel swirled,
and the inside of our house was all her world!
Her whole concern was just in getting stroked or fed.
She'd summon me each morning, jumping on my bed
and reaching out with one white paw, she'd tap my head!
(This is around the time several years ago that Callie had to be
put to sleep due to cancer. She lived 18 wonderful years with us!)
For Rick Parise's Five-Line Poem Poetry Contest