It’s cold and scarity out here,
so I’m hidin’ in this pipe.
‘Tis dark and slimy, rusty, too,
and smellin’ awful ripe.
Some days ago, a big ol’ box
drove up and opened wide.
Men toted all me master’s stuff
and piled it all inside.
I was getting’ painful hungry
By ’n by I chomped some weeds
‘til something made me toss ’em up-
can’t find no other feeds.
I jumped up to the window ledge
to peek inside the place.
Weren’t nothing’ like it was afore,
just big old empty space.
When neighbor’s growler tromped me,
Couldn’t scratch or give a whack.
Somebody stole my claws away
and never put ‘em back.
Me family’s shack no longer smiled;
the place was cold and bare
No flameage warmed the hearth for me;
gone was me snuggle chair.
I snatched a ratten up one day;
seemed like right thing to do.
The nasty thing bloodied my mouth;
me maw’s too sore to chew.
I ‘member as the masters left
and latched me out the door,
The youngest one cried, “Da, bring Tom-
he won’t have food no more!”
I tried to purr up neighbor boys,
rubbin’ their gams and such.
They kicked me, cracked me with some rocks;
now walkin’ hurts too much.
“Don’t worry, boy,” the fodder said,
afore they left the drive.
“Them cats like Tom don’t need us folks,
they ken how to survive.”
But they didn’t see the growler
or the ratten’s foamy face,
nor boys with rocks thrown at ol’ Tom,
crouched sick in this dark place.
I feels a wee bit stranger now;
where’ve hurts and hunger gone?
What is that light a glaring’ so?
‘Tis time ol’ Tom moves on.
Author’s Note: Theologians will disagree with the above sentiments; but I wonder….
Since responsible pet owners love and take such pleasure from their pets, and even deeply mourn their deaths, might not The Lord have enough room for some in His Mansion?
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