February 13th 2012 12:38 pm
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Proud to be Rescued...
I'm a little of this and a little of that
Lovely soft fur on a big orange cat
I have no 'papers' I came from 'the streets'
There were days uncertain of if I would eat
But I had resilliance, I had good grace
A strong sturdy body and sweet striped gold face
And I'm nobody's purebred, I'm a cat from the cold
Maybe in my ancestery theres shorthair or scottish fold
But I never had laurels, or ribbons or anything like that
You might just say I'm one lucky cat
I am a rescue, I'm proud to say
I hope that others like me get rescued today
We commited no crime, but we were turned out of our homes
To fend for ourselves, so all alone
We had to find shelter, find sometihng to eat
Life is not easy when you're out on the streets
Some of us young, too many of us old
Orange and tabby, even Persians, I'm told
Being a 'purebred' there's no guarentee
That a home is forever, or loving, you see
And I'm proud to be rescued, I'm lucky I know
For I lived through blistering summers and winters with snow
I ate out of garbage, I begged, went without
Lifes not easy on the streets, without a doubt
But one day some kind people, they stopped and saw me
They spoke in soft voices, I guess they could see
Beyond my rough coat, my dirty face
they got me into a carrier and out of that place
And now as I sit and look back at those years
Too many lost comrades, if a cat could cry-tears
For not all are rescued, some still roam the streets
Desperate for kindness, and a little sometihng to eat
So all my furs, purr deep and true
For those cats still out there are part of you
No matter your 'bloodline' or how you came home
Purr for those not rescued, so cold and alone
And I'm proud to be rescued, on my couch back
My coat glossy and shiny as I wait for a snack
And I send out my Magick, and won't stop til it's done
For all to have homes
Til we're all home-adopt one.
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APPLAUSE for an absolutely beautiful poem. I would never have anything but a rescue - did it 3 times and if I could get away with it, there would be more! At lease the outside minions get a full belly & a warm house. Now just gotta work on getting them all snipped.....not so easy. Anyway - we love you Ruffy! mom to Tig, Smitty & Maizy
Mum has never had anything but rescues and we are all ever so grateful for that.
Just wish that there were a lot more like our mums.
rock on o'ruff...we will even go sew far as ta say this poem bee SEW rockin it dee serves......
yay, still knot sayin chcikn buddy !!!
Your Dreamboatness brings out the poet in you, Ruffy! Well done!
I luffs 'at you dinnit furget where you comed from an 'members other kitties too. Is a furry thoughtful pome.
aw so well I can remember those days on the streets and the joy of the love of a family (mom still gets tears to think of those days I spent on the streets) That is a beautiful tribute to the homeless kitties in need of some love.
oh yes me too I remember the rough days it is great to meet a caring and loving human to make us family. You write so good my dear dreamboat friend.
OOOOOOOOOOH!!!! SUCH A KEWL POEM!!! PAWSOME, BRO!!!