Tiger Tiger - Orange Cat
The sign on the cage read "CAUTION"
I thought, "hmmm..
"wonder who that belongs too?"
The receptionist seemed a bit cool
almost standoffish.
I paid the bill and asked
"so where's my kitty?"
She pointed at the caution cage
and said in a growly tone
"OVER THERE."
"The doctor says he'd appreciate it
if you didn't bring "tiger" in again."
It was "tiger's" first (and last) visit.
He was a little ball of orange fur
with A T T I T U D E....
He aged like a jalapeno pepper
growing hot with a little bite.
As my kitty grew
so did the size of the cage
and the size of the CAUTION sign.
He had a few "good" days.
One in 1998, the other in 2005.
I believe he was the reincarnation
of a serial killer.
If there's a heaven for cats
he's probably the bouncer.
John G. Lawless
8/18/2020
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