Her fur was white with gray spots.
As children,
we called her Wanda the Witch.
The name became part of her character.
She stalked around the house,
nipped at bare ankles,
peed on Dad’s favorite love seat,
pulled dirty socks out of the washer,
circled them, meowing.
When she was born,
We thought she had two brothers.
Howard and James turned out to be girls.
Mother made them trans-gender cats.
James died soon after his birth.
Howard and Wanda lived
To the ripe old age of twenty.
About the author:
Abbie Johnson Taylor is the author of a novel and two poetry collections. She is currently working on a memoir about how she met, married, and cared for her late husband who was totally blind and partially paralyzed by two strokes. She is visually impaired and lives in Sheridan, Wyoming. Please visit her Website at http://www.abbiejohnsontaylor.com or http://abbiescorner.wordpress.com
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Wanda was pretty, too bad James died so young, but I am glad the others lived a long time.
Yep 🙁
Reblogged this on Abbie's Corner of the World and commented:
This poem is about a beloved cat who was in our family when I was growing up. Thanks to Marc Andre for publishing it today on his blog, Katzenworld.
What a pretty girl – unusual markings.
Indeed ^^
What a fun kat!
🙂
Have a pawsome day human!
Lovely Wanda and sweet poem <3
Ciao
Sid
Thanks 😀
Stunningly excellent piece of poetry! What a gorgeous cat! Thanks so much for sharing this!
Thank you 🙂
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