Jaggar The Black Cat
The kitty sits at my feet,
as if he wants affection,
but when I draw my hand to
him, he recoils.
This is not an affectionate
kitten; he is lucky to be
alive. The beginning of his
existence was brutal; he
witnessed his mother being
run over by a car, and was
nearly killed himself.
Someone handed him over to
the people at the veterinary
hospital where we take our
pets. He was super small;
they had to nurse him back
to life.
When he reached a certain
size, they asked us if we would like
to take him home with us.
He was such a pretty kitten
that we couldn't resist
the little black cat.
He has run out from under the
desk now, so this story is over.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
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