Poetry Starts: Sentimental

May 12, 2015
pic by me

This one comes from my teen years and can be called sentimental or sappy, either works and I don’t mind.

My heart has been stolen by numerous furries over my life, starting with my Nanny’s cat…kitten or stupid depending on who was calling her. Yeah, she never really had a solid name. But she was Nanny’s kitten.

Of course, my first cat…hubby’s and mine…had to be the same colouring tabby. Much different personality…catonality? Psycho knew what and who she wanted/liked and made no bones on letting you know. She helped me through an emotional/nervous breakdown…hey, having social anxiety (phobia as it was called 20 years ago) doesn’t mean you’re insane 😉

This week I’ve heard of a few friends who are going through some heartaches and worries with their own furries. One friend’s taken to fostering a new mama kitty.

So, from my teen years here we go:


They ask nothing in return

But your love

They give you everything

One could ask for

The things that make you

You

Who are they and what do they give

They are as simple as a dog (today’s note, should change this to furry or furbaby)

They give you hope, joy and laughter

But most of all a sense of

Well being
Sappy? Sure, I’ll agree with that 🙂
our psycho
grown psycho
 
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 What is Poetry Starts?

…poems and prose from now back to teen years
…remembering a first writing love
…pumping the creative well yet again
…silencing the internal critic