A Cat For Me!

The Story Behind How I Got Isabella,

Whilst i was growing up,

losing every cat that i had ever owned;

6,7, 8, to be exact.

Something like that i would say

There was Esther, white like snow.

Then there was Ray, black like a shadow

Picture framed like a yin and a yang.

Cutely on the window sill.

Then randomly some day, before they were packed away somewhere in the attic,

Somewhere down an alley of Minneapolis

they escaped

wild like they were strays.

but thet werent they just found the door we let them play out of,

they just needed it be,

that they were set free

like you and me.

Then there was Yar, a reflection of ray.

Not so fluffy, but that bundle of love. Black and playful I can remember.

Oh did i say?

I believe he too eventually ran away.

where did he go? questions with answers,

that I, like you, we can never be sure.

But it does not even matter, then

Kiwi came along, always meowing.

this continued for some time.

until eventually my father said Hey!

And the family we all gave Kiwi away.

My grandma kept her for keeps somewhere better for her she could stay.

Then she stopped meowing constantly.

Over time as i had moved away.

Somewhere in the country, such a tiny town.

At around 12 years of age,

I got a cutie named Blue.

He also had than gone away,

with a tabby named Black,

and the other gray.

then someday came a lovely kitten,

tiny as could be but was not eating

and we had no choice other than give her away!

Angel striped and speckled licked the tears from my cheek,

fallen since i wished i could have helpt and kept her.

How i wished so dearly, cant i keep a cat, even this kitten?

When I found William then i thought i could, whoo!

Such an adorable little baby,

memory like another picture,

a lost in time photograph.

He was looking up at me from my guitar and by his throne.

Cute and tiny still a kitten, cute as could be!

Time went on, and he grew and aged.

Till he was sicker than we could afford taking care of,

so we gave him away.

Ok i pondered, and i wish i could have a husky, even this day i do.

Until one day, my mom got Tani a mixer,

and Saddie and Tiko both german Shepards.

Then there was a gray cat named Chance, that I renamed after a DJ,

But he too eventually went elsewhere.

How they loved play. Yet they rebelled after

Sadie has been handed off, since the 3 were a bit of a handful I’d say!

Running out beyond the fence they hurt the neighbors dog,

how could they, but then needing them put down?

Oh well these things happen, because than came Wayne, adorable attention needy.

Yay! Because oh well a loss is only another gain.

Brown and white spekled colored and different breed

than the others, a bit of a whiner but I loved him just the same.

Wishing i could afford taking him back in vegas with me.

When my mom said how she could no longer keep him,

I said like oh! Well ok, but he was gone when I went for a visit,

I could not even say bye! oh why?

Oh well, even thought i looked forward that there would be

a day i could financially take him back with me,

but it never came.

When Izzy came in my life, a precription late!

someone getting rid of her free online.

I have had her for two years ever since.

My sunshine, my herb, my baby, and a big part of my world.

A bundle of love.

I found my tuxedo cat from this app I used. So glad when i got her because she would get bullied on by the dogs and always hide.

Since those days two junes ago she has been there for me. A little love bug, and cuddlely company.

I named her after the bell on her of which this love bug came with,

Aways making sure I had a place i could keep her.

Wherever I have wound up from a house than an apartment, now I am here.

Her cute little perks and reflections.

Cuddley sweet, and full of meows.

A blessing that I have, when I feed her I am glad.

Home I keep her close with me,

a piece of heaven when she rolls on her back asking for my attention.

Only seeking it when wanting it, and if not she runs away, and tries playing coy!

She is the love of my life not simply because her beauty, white and black.

No she isn’t the dog I have always dreamed of taking responsibility of and taking on walks.

Isabella RoseMary Jane is my miracle cat!

A special one at that, fluffy and full of purs, like an angel.

My little lioness and I love her the best!

Every single loss was only so I could find her.

I love my little darling and I wish I could walk her.

The queen with her king, ok just kidding her stuffed animal.

Bella enjoys coming up and pawing at me when I am doing something.

Her ways of getting attention, they are adorable and she is irreplaceable.

Only wanting affection when she would like it but loving everyone she ever does meet!

Izzy’s full of curisotiy, and my heart.

Cuter than a bugs ear! This is Isabella soaking up the sun rays last year.

Sometime when I lived inside of a house, I did not wanna leave but I did not have a choice.

Izzy visiting where there was other cats when not being used to other animals and thinking.

Not having been by another animal over a year, but still blending in like a cute little kitty she was.

Until seeing that something that was unfamiliar sank in.

Isabella RoseMary Jane has been there so many times, answering by her whole name.

How precious are her meows.

My goddess and thankfully I still have her.

Been here for me,

Through thick and thin.

My fuzzy little champion.

And this is the story of how I acquired my angel Isabella.

Then when I later acquired Jewrastamon Pikachu, how many things I could tell you!

Mist her by the beach of Maldives a shower curtain of dreams and magical things.

Golden yellow and full of a restless sense of adventure.

Bird like me wishing that we could spread our wings and fly.

A metaphor like a messenger of metamorphosis.

Singing songs saying something in Parakeet,

1,2,3 the one I keep! How I wish she had a bigger cage, a bigger space so she could feel free, or is she a he?

Cries when I do not mist her, or him,

I’m not sure. Never been in the vet, but she is a she or a he I bet!

This is a picture I got before I moved because I could no longer afford where I was staying.

Picture perfect memories and I love the saying!

When I am with Isabella and I am playing-

Covering her little eyes with her adorable boot paws.

Pikachu, I peek-achu, peek-a-boo Pikachu!

Here is a picture of Jewrastamon by art I created before I took it apart. Old leaves from Washington from a long time ago.

They took form of a star when I conjoined with one another.

How beauty is found in the simplest things.

An empty bottle I painted with a double infinite clover rose like on the leaves like so.

With a picture of a meaning, a tree rose with a bird perching and whistling,

“I win I win

where did you place me?

Photogenic I am!

And that I will be.

Thanks for taking these flashing like pictures of me!”

My two precious little babies until someday I can have more.

They sometimes are a handful but still I can not help but adore my cute little pets.

When I have lost quite a few it was such a blessing Ive managed that I can keep even keep two!

Even still I think of my dogs how much I could take them for a walk, or if I had a car they could stick their face out the window.

These things I ponder on while I love the ones I have like family.