June 15


We’ve lost another friend.

Frank was such a gentle little soul.  He didn’t have a mean bone in his body.  Always wanting either in or out, he flatly refused to use a kitty door.  We joked so many times about being his doorman or concierge.

A poem has been said in my head a thousand times…

The Cat

(Ogden Nash)

You get a wife, you get a house,
Eventually you get a mouse.
You get some words regarding mice,
You get a kitty in a trice.

By two a.m. or thereabouts,
The mouse is in, the cat is out.
It dawns upon you, in your cot,
The mouse is silent, the cat is not.

Instead of kitty, says your spouse,
You should have got another mouse.

We miss you Frank.  Say ‘Hi’ to Bernie for us both!

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Posted June 15, 2016 by Kate in category "Drips of consciousness