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So Long My Faithful Prissy

Prissy, you came to us and brightened my day A litter of kittens was all it took You became our inside cat Shy and quiet, most of the time You were hard to love Life was hard on you, so I could forgive your little ways You were a friend in need, a friend indeed You even forgave me when I almost killed you by mistake The grey fur balls seemed to multiply, by the minute You were a good foot warmer We parted ways, one night Your true love, came and swept you away to a castle May you live happily ever after!!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 1/23/2010 11:04:00 PM
Nice write. Cats are so independent.
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Date: 1/23/2010 8:27:00 PM
Prissy must be overjoyed to have a poem dedicated to her!
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Date: 1/23/2010 3:05:00 PM
Loved my cats, too. Then I had to leave them behain for my overseas job and never saw them again, but I will always remember them. Nice tribute to your Prissy!...Gert
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Date: 1/22/2010 9:25:00 PM
oh,my, Prissy got swept away by Prince charming? Cute poem and cute title, Doris!!
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Date: 1/22/2010 4:28:00 PM
A truly romantic pet ending for Prissy... sure u miss the feline but if she found happiness as your poem states.. I know u are happy too... enjoyed this cute write... shame the CAT contest is over... would have been a good entry ... luv.. Linda-Marie
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Date: 1/22/2010 2:41:00 PM
This is delightful, Doris! So sorry you had to lose your little "foot warmer" (what an endearing way to describe Prissy). Our cats touch our hearts so deeply that we never forget even one of our special pets. Much love, Carolyn
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Date: 1/22/2010 2:40:00 PM
Her memory lingers on. Keep the creative pen flowing. Mom
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Date: 1/22/2010 2:30:00 PM
All that I could imagine is wraped in the nine lives,I pray that you morn no loss dear poet ! james
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