Sleepy Toby
Also For Nora
Toby sleeps and he sleeps and he sleeps
He sleeps even more than his peeps
Sometimes when he wakes up
He forgets to eat his sup
And he falls back to bed in a heap!
****Toby was another feral cat living around our backyard who I gradually got to trust me enough to let me feed him. One cold evening a few Novembers ago he was gobbling away, and I sat down on a step with my back to him. Suddenly I felt something rub along my back and you guessed it, it was Toby being so brave that he touched the giant human who was trying to make friends with him. This is very courageous for a feral cat and since then he's worked his way into being a house cat with full house cat privileges (and duties)!****
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Comments (6)
Nora says, I wish I had a cat like that. Oh I wish I had all the cars in the world. 😂
Lol, Toby is my spirit animal because I love sleep!
Haha, he even looks kind of sleepy in this picture! I enjoyed the limerick and the backstory on Toby.
Lovely poem and backstory. He’s beautiful.😻 My story for the tall tail challenge was inspired by a feral cat who would come to my mom’s sliding glass door when I was a teenager. It was initially because our cat Chloe was in heat, and he impregnated her when she snuck out. But even after we got her fixed, he would stop by for food and compliments. It took a long time to build his trust enough to briefly pet him, and it was such a wonderful feeling. He never came indoors. My mom called him “Big Black Tom-Kitty”—real creative. 🙄 LOL
Haha Nice one😉👍
Haha my MIL has adopted many formerly feral cats from her neighborhood