JCB's Ode to Cat Contest ~ May 18, 2026
Bella's entrancing green eyes stare wistfully into my own. She's a windowsill jumper, bounding with grace whose taken over my apartment as if it's her place. She's such a pretty little kitty, a catnip dancer who seems to see herself as a feline, divine. She charmed me on the day I found her but as a rescue, she needed time to come to me. I know this is where she was meant to be. Sweet girl with a history that remains a mystery She never meows with sass when corrected, and her purrs are soothing whispers in the night. Bella brings me hours of great joy so, I reward her loyalty with a toy or two. Wearing a long-haired burnt umber coat, she sidles up to me, anticipating a petting. Bella bestows love that I'll not be forgetting A lap-curler when she chooses to be social but aloof which proves the theory to me... 'Sometimes cats just like being left alone.'
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