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Created on: January 01, 2009 Last Updated: February 01, 2012
Ugly Kitty
I passed the pet store early
On my walk to work
The lights were off,
the store was closed
No signs of any clerk
In the darkened window
With papers on the floor
The sight of something awfully tired
Drew me to the store
A really unattractive cat
Sat staring into space
It's fur was orange, one eye was shut
And sadness filled it's face
The tail had barely any fur
It's whiskers looked like weeds
And not a soul to warm it
Or fill it's basic needs
I stood and wondered how he'd come
To be so all alone
And who would love this ugly cat
Or take it to their home?
I called my sweetheart, teary eyed
Explaining what a pity
Life could be for such a creature
As this ugly kitty
Later on that afternoon
While sitting in my chair
I felt a sweet sensation
Like purring in my hair
My sweetheart brought him to me
And placed him near my neck
The kitty licked my cheek and then
He gave my ear a peck
The ugly little kitty
Had come to be with us
No more isolation
No sadness, no more fuss
With just a little blanket,
Some kindness and some care
A transformation came about
The three of us could share
Soon his natty overcoat
Glowed a brilliant red
His eyes were clear and open
His belly round and fed
His tail became a feathered fan
A gorgeous, golden plume
And now he stares out into space
From our living room
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