Really Old
One of us is really old
She’s crotchety and demanding
Forgets she’s had her dinner
And yells till we come to understanding
Her friends despair of her
And wish her voice was sweeter
But it’s no good complaining
’cause no one wants to beat her!
Instead we grumble to ourselves
As we fill her bowl again
She’ll do exactly what she wants
Our dear old feline friend.
by Kim Davis
The old dear in this little poem left us in September. She was a cat among cats. Like everyone, she became a bit less dignified as an oldster. Bless her.