THE ANSWERby E. Andrea Bannerman-Phillips

Pussylove, Pussylove, where have you gone? Leaving me sad and so lonely; Your dear bright eyes that recently shone Have left me with memories only. I miss your deep, full-throated purr, Your warm, understanding fellowship; I miss your soft, caress-loving fur, Your restless, comical tail tip. Oh, give me […]

FOR THOMAS O’MALLEYby Heather Smith

I closed the door with care As if the action could disturb the sleeper; But even as I sought the comfort Of the well-worn chair; the picture stayed, Not only in my mind but on the very walls Upon the curtains and the muddied floor. Just three short hours […]

SMUDGEby Written by a friend for Mr and Mrs J F Histed of Welling when Smudge died at the age of 19.

Here I sit serene and still Upon my heavenly window sill; Glossy black and radiant white Purring warmly, shining bright, Feeding on ambrosial fish From an alabaster dish. Taking after dinner maps […]