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Smut

Never in a rush Keeps his meow on the hush King of his ground Never backs down to any hound Smut Scarface Casanova bwana stealth of a great lion. A relaxed and gentle lover Miss Kitty purrs a sweet sexy song when king of the junk yard pride saunters along her way. Other toms walk a wide path around the fearsome fighter. Despite his street wise charm And cool airs he’s a man’s man and a gunsmith assistant. Always at the ready for a great hunt or just palling around. He doesn’t like to be pranked yet he’s quick to reciprocate a prank given the chance. Address the grey aged cat with all due respect and a food offering to cheer his kind soul. He lived his life his own way and died his own way in peaceful slumber hidden warmly among the oak leaves. True friends are hard to find and harder to replace. Smut the grey Russian blue will forever live in our minds fondly.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 2/7/2011 6:18:00 PM
Good story of a highly respected feline. Reminds of our cat we named Tiger who never backed down from dogs twice his size.
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Date: 2/2/2011 5:46:00 AM
Very cute story Doris and sweetly written my friend.. your flow of words is awesome luv..
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Date: 1/31/2011 8:26:00 PM
Smut would have appreciated his life with you Doris i bet, this is a wonderful tribute enjoyed reading this poem, Harry
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