He had a face full of whiskers, four soft dainty paws
(conveniently equipped with retractable claws),
a motoring purr, two gold gleaming eyes
(the better to watch as the hummingbirds fly),
a nose that smells dinner (from three rooms away!)
the heart of a winner, that triumphs each day
with sweet loving humour, and patience, no end.
What more could one wish of an old loyal friend?

This was written for Pauline and Garfield.

It's times like these that I wish I really were a opposed to one who merely types words on a page...and deletes...and types...and deletes...and types...and never quite gets it right.  No matter how I tried to put them together, and re-arrange, and add and subtract them, polish and shine them, words seem like terribly inadequate things to offer as comfort to a grieving friend. 

If I could, I would rather grab a plane and fly across the ocean to visit Pauline, maybe bring her a pot of tea and some fresh baked cookies and a bouquet of flowers, and sit with her to chat a while.

Maybe she would take me on a tour of her garden, and I could laugh at the silly antics of the dog that lives next door (who would surely bark at me), and be introduced to her entire family of cats. 

I would enjoy hearing stories of Garfield, who was very special to Pauline and the cats who share her home.  There is no question that he is sorely missed. 

And maybe at the end of the day, after the sun had set and the stars began twinkling around the moon, if we looked up from the garden and waited quietly, we might just see a smiling cat with sparkling stars in his whiskers...

...and a motoring purr, a wink in his eye
(the better to watch as the angels fly by)
a nose that smells dinner (from three stars away!)
the heart of a winner that triumphs each day
with sweet loving humour and patience, no end... better to remember a dear loyal friend?

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A Cats Prayer

Lead me down all the right paths,
Keep me from fleas, bees, and baths.
Let me in should it storm,
Keep me safe, fed, and warm.


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