I wrote this poem in 2009
when my cat named Jubjub passed away. It's about how
I and my other cats miss him. It's difficult to know
what a cat is thinking and whether they are capable
of grieving for another, but when two cats play
together and one is no longer there the other is
definitely effected by having no one to play with.
The poem is written in a happy style celebrating his
April 1998 - 7th August 2009)
This is my cat
His bright eyes stare with excitement,
He loves to act naughty, playful and cheeky,
While chasing his best friend Squeaky.
each other around the flat,
Climbing the walls and door,
Enjoying life as they play,
Morning, night, noon and day.
black fur glistens,
As he readies himself for sleep,
Then Bobo huddles next to him in bed,
Wanting him to lick her head.
deeply as he lays with Thomas,
His mind filled with content,
They both look so adoring,
Until Thomas starts his snoring.
He was born
from a fluffy white cat named Lily,
And adopted into my home,
His friends Bobo, Thomas, Squeaky and me
All miss him deeply.
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