Black Cat So Sweet and Dear

One Christmas, hubbie lost his job, and we were feeling sad when at the pound, we found a cat that helped me to feel glad. We never knew what age she was. All we knew was that she’d lived with dogs and had green eyes and was a little fat! Although her name was Razzmatazz, instead I’d call to her: “Come, kitty, oh so beautiful with shiny soft black fur.” I loved to look into her eyes, and back at me she’d gaze. She’d hang around us. On our bed with us she liked to laze. When someone came to visit us, beside us all she’d be. Black cats like her are not bad luck. So sociable was she! Five years soon passed, and Razzmatazz was acting rather strange. First diabetes; then her stroke affected quite a change. To ease her pain, we had her put to sleep, for death was near. Today I see black cats and think of mine so sweet and dear. March 28, 2022 For the Black Cat Poetry Contest of Robert James Liguori