Judy Ball Poet Quatrain

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Smokey was a big, black Angora cat that Mom brought home when he was 8 wks old and I was about 6 mos old. He had huge amber eyes and silky long hair that was so thick you could barely feel the cat under it. He was my first friend, first playmate and first pet.

He will live forever young and strong and beautiful in my heart.

this is the first of The Smokey Tales that I posted a long time ago. I thought I would re-post them to introduce one of the best friend's I ever had.

Smokey - My First Friend

Smokey was a funny cat,
You could see him think.
His place of choice to do this,
Was table or kitchen sink.

He'd loll about for hours,
In seemingly deep thought;
Musing o'er life's mysteries,
Or the mouse he never caught.

He looked so wise just sitting there,
Mysterious and ancient,
Never bothering anyone,
Complacent and so patient.

The only thing he didn't like,
Was being combed and groomed.
If you picked up his comb and brush,
He'd quickly leave the room.

I swear sometimes he read our minds,
Knew what we were about.
He understood our every word.
Of that there was no doubt.

He was my friend from babyhood.
We were babes together.
He taught me climbing, stealth and patience.
Our bond could not be severed.

He taught me to look nonchalant,
And even innocent,
If by chance I should get caught,
Whene'er house rules were bent.

Whenever Mom and Dad were cross,
He taught me how to blend,
Into the background or become,
So cute they had to grin.

My memories of him are fond.
I thought he'd live forever.
He taught me fun and love and loyalty.
He won't die, not ever.

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Victor Buhagiar January 7, 2021 at 2:21 AM You need to teach him to catch a mouse, but then he needs to ruminate on the world's mysteries. ~~ Judy Ball January 7, 2021 at 10:03 AM Thanks bunches Victor. God Bless, JB

Harry Horsman January 6, 2021 at 8:08 PM He won't die not ever. How positive is that? A poem of love and memories,, reminds me so much of how i an only child grew up with a dog and a cat as companions Judy Ball January 6, 2021 at 10:05 PM thanks so much Harry. God Bless, JB

Gershon Wolf January 6, 2021 at 5:25 PM This is truly touching, Judy... Never 'met' a 'Philosopher-Cat' before. You've described him so well that he just leaps off the page. May he live on in your memory forever. Best always, Gershon Judy Ball January 6, 2021 at 7:20 PM Thanks so much Gershon. God Bless, JB

Demetrios Trifiatis January 6, 2021 at 1:38 PM A tribute to mighty Smokey and all pet friends that offer us so much , especially to children. A wonderfully written poem so sentimental an tender. Liked it dear Judy. Hugs xxx Judy Ball January 6, 2021 at 7:14 PM Thank you so much Demetrios. God Bless, JB