This Old Cat

This poem always brings a lump to my throat, having had several elderly felines grace my heart and home through the years – thinking in particular of Inky and Granny Weatherwax, much loved, much missed. And I think this photo of Jennifer & Inky says it all.

by KC Sievert Bingamon

I’m getting on in years,

My coat is turning gray.

My eyes have lost their luster,

My hearing’s just okay.

I spend my day dreaming

Of conquests in my past,

Lying near a sunny window

Waiting for its warm repast.

 

I remember our first visit,

I was coming to you free,

Hoping you would take me in

And keep me company.

I wasn’t young or handsome,

Two years I’d roamed the street.

There were scars upon my face,

I hobbled on my feet.

 

I could sense your disappointment

As I left my prison cage.

Oh, I hoped you would accept me

And look beyond my age.

You took me out of pity,

I accepted without shame.

Then you grew to love me,

And I admit the same.

 

I have shared with you your laughter,

You have wet my fur with tears.

We’ve come to know each other

Throughout these many years.

Just one more hug this morning

Before you drive away,

And know I’ll think about you

Throughout your busy day.

 

The time we’ve left together

Is a treasured time at that.

My heart is yours forever.

I Promise – This old cat.

 

 

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