Hi, guys --
As promised, here is my poem,
"Velvet." It's about the cat who wandered into our back yard one day
when I was about 7 years old. I asked my mom if I could keep him.
She said, "Ask your Dad." I did. He said, "Ask your Mom."
They talked
to each other that night, and said it would be OK if the little pussycat
stayed with us. He had a clump of dirt in his fur, no collar or name
tag, and didn't seem to belong to anyone. We did put up signs, but
no one called. So he became my first cat.
He turned
out to be one of the best cats ever. He had the softest fur, and
that's how he got the name. His fur really did feel as soft as
velvet.
My brother
was a real baby then. Whenever Velvet came near him, he would hit
the poor pussycat. Velvet seemed to know that he was just a kid and
didn't mean to hurt him. He would just wait for a chance, and slip
out of my brother's reach.
Velvet was
very brave. When dogs came around, he chased them away. It was
clearly his house!
Well, here's that poem.
I hope you like it.
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