WILD AND MEAN RUSTY
I wouldn't take in any cats that scratch and fret,
even if they gave me them for free and begged;
wild and mean Rusty was my first and only cat:
I hated when his flaming red hair started to shed.
Man crazy things he did when he was left unattended,
he scratched my couch and torn my leopard pillows;
he made me scream, but he looked at me and meowed
as if I would pick him up and pat him as I had always.
The worst thing he has ever done that really made me so mad:
was when he shook my pretty Christmas tree and started to run;
all the golden baubles fell off its branches and shattered,
I grabbed him and put in a bird cage until he calmed down.
The carpet was the scene of a mess, shattered glass on the wrapped toys,
he stood on his claws shaking and quietly stared at me with very soft eyes:
apoligizing for his bad behavior, for the first time he seemed a different cat;
I picked him up with immense tenderness forgetting he had been such a brat.
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