More Than That
Clever.
In a way only a person can be.
When she would try to sneak our human food.
Loving.
When she would place her paw on my hand.
If she had fingers,
I bet she would clasp them into mine.
They say she was just a cat.
A cat whose whiskers would brush my face.
As she would get close, I would blink, and she would blink back.
They wouldn’t say it,
But they all figured she was just a cat.
So their condolences were for a cat.
But she was kind, and silly, and quirky!
You would have to meet her.
But now you’ll never know.
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