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!!