CASEY

Reflecting: Get yourself some little "critters". They only give out love and you can love them back. Casey was my second little "critter" - a kitty I called Casey. Well, he didn't turn out to stay little - full grown he was 18# with light and dark orange stripes. He was a sweetheart and gave me much pleasure.

CASEY

Casey, so cute and sweet,
Purring as he rubs against my feet.

He is the color of the beautiful sun,
A golden streak as he did run.

Two pounds at the very most,
He sharpens his claws on the scratching post.

He curls up into a tiny ball,
He will never ever be very tall.

Little toys he bats around,
At times his energy does abound.

And then off to snuggle for a little nap,
Sometimes it could even be in my lap.

Then to awaken and investigate,
Only around the corner he does wait.

Running to the front door he comes to greet,
Then purring contently he rubs against my feet.


Gloria J Hildreth
"Reflections: A Moment in Time"
 copyright 2009