(I don't own cats, but I do have a wonderful portrait of my mother when she was in the fourth grade.)
Etcetera: The Stray Cat
They found her one night at the dump on Julie Way,
A small homeless kitten, most likely a stray,
And brought her back home to their own cozy junkyard-
To share with her shelter, food, and care,
To help her shed feelings of death and despair
Of course, the feelings slid away fast,
The small kitten's breath barely could last
Long enough to finish even one point
Of kittens, or gloves, mittens, or doves, and so on and so forth
Of books and of bells, reading nooks or magic spells- and so forth and so on.
The small queen's confidence could only grow on and grow on
The time came to name her,
(After what seemed like forevers of chatter and chat),
And no one could think of a single word,
That suited such a chatterbox cat
Who babbled about this and that, and so on and so forth.
Maybe that's when it hit one of them,
That they could name her just that-
So on, and so forth, or rather ETCETERA,
It suited a little chatterbox cat.
As she grew in her years, she grew in her voice,
Becoming more outspoken by the year,
Confident, tall, unaware of her past,
Without a silent moment, no matter how dear.
She chatted often of love,
Though maybe she didn't quite understand
That it was to be a shared feeling, all and above.
While her heart had been broken many a time,
It still managed to flutter aloft in the breeze,
With each sighting of 'love' her heart would be moved,
And she wondered if the movement ever would freeze.
And as she aged, her longings subdued,
Her focuses changed and her yearnings did too,
Her heart, she decided, wouldn't be broken again
(Yay! I'm going to write a story picking up from there, from right after the Ball. :D YAY STORIES! This one, I hope, will not be more than three chapters 3 I'll update ASAP)