Kitty

Kitty that is her name,

A cat without fame,

As bossy as can be,

Yet wont climb a tree.

As a kitten, she would,

Cause then she could.

Now she is a lot older,

The younger are bolder.

Now she just seems lazy,

Left the days she was crazy.

Can't climb, hunt, or jump,

With such a skinny rump.

From chickens, she steals food,

This causes her to get booed.

Of that she's not at all sorry,

Sometimes she is a worry.

She just loves attention,

She gets it from domination.

Yet she does get lots of love,

With cuddles and more thereof.

She is always fed very well,

A tin can is to her, like a bell.

If others have it, its unfair,

She acts like I don't care.

Yet for her, I do what's best,

Sometimes that is a quest.

Her body doesn't always behave,

Symptoms come like a tidal wave.

With her age, things do change,

It's scary when things are strange.

Yet I'll do my best, to see her through

Because I love her, yes I do.

(RIP Kitty 2002-2018)