Pushcat
Pushcat has gone missing, where on earth could he be?
He usually greets me at the door, miaws as soon as he sees me.
I got him on my birthday, in August last year.
I loved him straight away, striped like a tiger, black and grey.
Pussy had died three months before,at only eight years old.
I found her under the deck by following my nose. Natural causes I suppose.
Not nearly as affectionate, she was white with black ears and toes.
Kept to herself more, while he will kiss me on the nose.
He's almost a year now and strutting his stuff.
Perhaps if I had taken him to the vet..I would not now be writing this poem.
No!...Wait....
He's home!!
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