Years ago, my mom-in-law
Sought out her third divorce;
Her husband was a creepwad
So we thought the thing perforce –
The place she then was going
Could not would not take her cat:
A sixteen year old tabby
Grown a tad lazy and fat
Her soon-ex was vindictive
And he didn’t want the beast:
I feared he do the cat some harm
His anger’d not decreased
So we rescued Old Tiger
Took him to our place, instead;
He showed his warm appreciation
Drooling on our bed
Old Tiger lived for four more years
A loving, happy bloke;
He purred a lot and “kneaded dough”
And loved a pat or stroke
Hey, people part in anger
Filled with rancor or regrets:
That doesn’t mean we have to take it out
On our poor
Pets
(..)
So true. Lucky kitty to have someone care enough to let him live his good long life.
Awww 🙂