Born in a ditch
Just after dawn
The last kitten of the litter
Then her mother was gone
Rescued by an angel
Full of love and grace
Nurtured till she grew
Ready for a permanent place
Not once did she purr
In her young kitten life
Perhaps it was because
Of the initial strife
Adopted, she grew
And was loved with great care
Never again threatened
By danger or scare
The only sounds she made
Were a squeaky meow
And a faint whistle for a purr
At least until now
At 16, she’s 80
In people years
And this month a new sound
Has just appeared
A soft thwirring we hear
In her moments of demure
Our Maya has just found
Her sweet, musical purr.
Awwww....good for her. She is so pretty :)
ReplyDeleteShe's beautiful. How lovely that she's finally found her purr!! Who said you can't teach an old cat new tricks?
ReplyDeleteWhat a great story! I think there's a lesson here for - er - the Vintage Generation.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the inspiration, Maya!
Thanks Ladies! I wonder if having three teeth pulled allowed for this new change? Some space for a purr to rattle around and become heard. She is a sweet thing!
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