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Human family: Vikkie & Mark Photo(s) of Cobweb (1)
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Cobweb
A poem.
They say Cats have 9 lives.
I have been very lucky that cobweb chose to spend one if those lives with me.
Who will be his next fur mummy?
As he lives out the next 8 lives, I wonder where he will go, who knows where he will be, will he be a grand cat, a farm cat, a city cat, a fat cat and will he remember me?
Will he have brothers & sisters?
Will he travel?
Will our paths ever cross?
I hope he is disease free.
Will I see him one day and not know it's him?
I can close my eyes and see you in all of your favourite places: the long grass and buttercups, your favourite nosey bird place for spying, jacks shed, the back of the couch on a sunny day, on top of a box in the sun, your yellow bucket, a banana crate, daddy cats jumper, a paper bag on the bed, a soft blanket.
The next time a black cat stops to say hello to you, give it a stroke from me, it might be my baby.
When the time comes, My house will feel very empty without him and he will leave a hole in my heart, but for now I am lucky that he has chosen me.
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