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We Call Him Tommy

We Call Him “Tommy”

We have a lovely Tom cat
He lives most out of doors
I wondered if they kick him out
Because he loudly snores

If I had a lovely “Snowshoe”
I wouldn’t let him out to roam
He would be totally confined
Securely locked up in my home.

He is a very big one
I’d guess about 12 pounds
You see him walking all about
As he’s making his girlie rounds

He walks more like a lion
Shifting shoulders look real mean
The other “ferals” give him space 
Or their snoopy clocks he’d clean

Our local “Cat-lady” shouts at him
He’s always looking to be “kissed”
She aims to keep her gals all fixed
There’s always one that’s missed

Cat-Lady claims all new borns
Currently carry his blue eyes
I can’t believe they are all his
But I do believe he tries

One day he came for lunch
It was raining just a bit
He came inside to eat
Which wasn’t a real great hit

For when he comes for breakfast
He’d come inside to get the scoop
If he didn’t see my lovely wife
He goes down the hall to snoop

He would stretch his neck to see
If my wife might really be in bed
He wanted to scratch her furniture
But knew she’s smack his head

If he saw her there, he would run
Down the hall to the living space
Hook those big claws into the couch
As though to pull it on its face

I would try to make him stop
But he felt he was to boss
If he took a poke or a light smack
He must have figured “no big loss”

Last fall I got him a Styrofoam house
It had 4 inch foam all around
It was the best of any and all
In this pet shopping area, I found

They said the hole should stay real small
Or local possums would make it home
Tommy checked it out for days
Would “mark the spot” but leave to roam

Those folks were right on target
One morning I went out to see
A grizzly mouthed young possum
Was looking “gingerly” out at me. 

I could go on for hours here
We looked forward to this pest :o)
Sometimes he’d stay for minutes
Next time he’d take a 2 hour rest

My wife had placed a small rug
On our bench out on the deck
He loved to sleep up there
We never used it, so what the heck

This tale went on for nigh a year
He came and went on his own clock
But then we missed him a couple days
I checked up and down the block

A few days ago, Cat-lady saw me
Checking out the corner storm sewer
She said: “You won’t find him there”
Of her tribe there now were 8  fewer

A few evening before she watched them
As they filed in, one by one to sleep
But come next morning all were gone
Poisoned by a loathsome creep

That couldn’t stand it “folks having fun”
Watching these fuzzy creatures lives
Paying for feed and veterans bills
Making them part of our own vibes

Tommy’s gone where old tom cats go
But his memory lives on still
The way I’m feeling now
His memory always will.

Written by oldbuck 6 27 2020 about a friends passing apart from the current pandemic.

Copyright © Old buck | Year Posted 2020

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Date: 12/14/2020 1:59:00 PM

Those feral cats are something else. We have had some that come around here only at night until one keep getting closer and closer then was coming in by day. That cat attacked me. I talked to the pounds and they got me a cage. I set it up and caught him the first night. I took him over there to them and they said he was domestic cat mixed with a Bobcat. I hope I don't experience one of those again. Sara
Date: 11/25/2020 3:49:00 PM

Hi Old Buck! Tommy was quite a character. What a well told story in a poem. I’m so sorry for your loss. Some people are so horrible to innocent cats. Jennifer Fenn
Date: 7/16/2020 5:08:00 PM

Excellent. Well penned. Thanks for sharing it.
Date: 6/29/2020 11:36:00 AM

Sorry for your loss my friend. I always enjoy your poetry, happy or sad... Some evil people in this world.

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