Monday, July 3, 2017

Tiger. Silly poem, real sadness.

My little cat friend is in pain.
Doesn’t want his grain.
Was in a fight
The other night.

The poor lil’ thing walks with a limp,
My tiny imp,
I feel for him.
Life is so grim.

I wish I could make him better.
Write a letter:
Summon the vet.
Cure my cute pet.

Note. There's a feral cat in my garden. Two nights ago, my husband heard a cat fight. Now Tiger walks with a limp and doesn't want to eat. I'm terribly worried.


2 comments:

  1. Don't worry, we'll solve this! He'll be all right soon!

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  2. He's hidden under the rosebush and won't eat.:(

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