On Christmas Day
the ginger tabby fell off
the garage roof, lay on
the ground crying pitifully
…his back legs and tail
just would not move.
Aunty Jane and Uncle Bob
rushed him to the vet for
an expensive present of
three days Christmas
vet hospital treatment
all to the standard expected
by the ginger tabby cat.
Very severe bruising but
nothing broken he’s home
again reclining on his
comfortable bed receiving
suitable attentions from
passersby his get well
cards on a nearby shelf.
And three times a day
physiotherapy treatment
for back legs and tail
by Aunty Jane.
lifecameos 
Ginger tabbies are usually male … Poor moggy! Cheers Jamie
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Yes. He seems to be the boss of the family’s two cats as well.
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Sweet….a true cat lover.
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Three cat lovers in that family – he has got them where he wants them.
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The way the poem reads at least to me …I thought it was from when you were a kid…am I on another planet?
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No, it was not from when I was a kid. My father was sole breadwinner, and the cat would probably have been euthanased- earlier times. much less science.
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I like the way your poems, with only a few words, take us inside an important event in someone’s life, and in this case a cat’s life as well, and make us feel we know and care about them.
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Thank you so much.
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