Small slender cat, Grand Old Lady. Speaks so softly, barely heard. Wonders then, can this be right? Look at her, if she might, be ill or injured.In the fridge a chicken I found, and suddenly the cat makes a long, long sound. Holds the tone so long, it's almost like a Streisand song!
Small slender cat, Grand Old Lady. Wakes you so carefully, sleeps for the most, hardly ever plays or fight, wonders then, can this be right? Look at her, if she might, be ill or injured.
She lies in my lap when I'm schoolwork writing, and then suddenly with the pencil starts fighting! the shecat rested with a purring sound, when suddenly the playfullness lost, she found!
Small slender cat, Grand Old Lady. Is no more, only memories left! the cheeses in the bowl on the table, is no longer target for your cunning theft. Graciously you left us, with an emptiness great, the doorway seems less homely now. When only one cat there for us wait!