Re: The story of Eileen, in remembrance of a lost friend (latest update @post 49)
I am now at my happiest in life
After years in the wilderness
Food warmth and shelter
In my home thats made of Glass
When the sun shines though the windows
I feel as warm as a piece of toast
But the safety and security
Is what I treasure the most
I have ventured into that inner room
Found some metal thats nice and warm
I could sit and clean myself
Knowing I'd come to no harm
I have had my outer coat brushed
And the knots removed from my fur
I have had some special treats
Which shows they really care
They gave me some playthings
A mouse and ball of string
The mouse is not up to much
I prefer the real thing
I can sit inside with the lovely smells
When that oven is being used
Although people wander past me
I never feel confused
I have slept in the outer room
For hours and hours on end
Knowing I will be looked after
By those I see as friends
There is a lovey chair I use
When I want to sleep very sound
I snuggle up in the corner
And no-one knows I'm around
Yet there is something deep inside me
That returns me to my glass home
I do not know what it is
But it leaves me free to roam
My life has been turned upside down
It is much better than before
I now have a sense of purpose
And people I adore
They will be my new family
Sent from Cats heaven above.
One day I will move in with them
And share their place they love