Wednesday, December 24, 2008

An Ode To Grey Boy, the beloved and late Kirk family cat

An Ode to Grey Boy

First foundling, then friend
You grew to be ohana.
First runt and then sumocat
You were born to please Mama.
You took running starts
For your leaps to mom's bed.
The best spot to sleep
Was not near her head.
You played fetch with a foil ball.
You also were tripped over
When we walked down the hall.
When food was served
You were never unnerved.
When food overflowed from your dish
We could tell it fulfilled your every wish.
You begged for added food
so the boys gave you more.
I'm not sure you ever
could have fit through a cat door.
Our lives are so different now
That you have passed.
We will always remember you
the cat who left last.

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