The Three Cats I Found in Summer
Kitten season gets me every time...
By Jillian SpiridonPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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I was sixteen and he was all orange fur,
perfect for cuddles and slow somber nights;
he let me coax near to draw out his purr,
and I had never known such happy heights.
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I was twenty-two when she sat in place
and meowed impatience, begging for food;
she was a perfect, small calico vase,
and I knew I'd truly love her for good.
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I was near thirty, finding a gray ball—
a kitten of hunger and fire and hiss—
but I was in for the coming long haul;
his was a life I didn't want to miss.
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each summer I called the cats mine to keep
was another love I knew well and deep.
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About the Creator
Jillian Spiridon
just another writer with too many cats
twitter: @jillianspiridon
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