Dexter
A** cat
hobbled out of the woods Looking
lost, lonely and lean. With a hitch
in his get along, a pitiful sight to be
(( seen. My wife felt sorry for this feline I ))
don't like cats, but I did too, so she
fed him and fixed him up, and
after a while he pulled
through! Then we started
seeing dead mice, so before you
step you better check! "I guess
he's not all bad", I thought (Even
though some mice were on our deck!)
I asked, "What will you do with him now?"
"Let him go", was my best advice. She said, "No,
His name is Dexter, He's a serial killer of mice!" Later
I petted him, purring at my feet. That he loved it was
very clear. When I looked up, what did I see? My
wife was grinning ear to ear! I favor dogs to
cats it's true, but Dexter's
okay in my book Sometimes I even
pet that cat if there's no one there to look!
Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2018
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