Old Kitty ( True story )

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

A Kitten entered our lives some years ago
From where she came I do not know
She was very thin and somewhat wild
Should we keep her as we have a child
Keep her we did for she had no where to stay
And she's been with us to this very day
She never comes in ,She prefers outside
When I venture outdoors she will run and hide
We feed her well, twice every day
She will only eat when we've gone away
My children love her, they have named her Kitty
But she won't come near them which seems such a pitty
She spends her days living under our home
That's where she stays for she will not roam
I can see her now stretched out in the sun
I won't go near her for I know she will run
It seems so stange that after all this time
I can never really call old Kitty mine.
(c) Mike O'Brien
PS, I wrote this poem 5 years ago when she was about 7. Kitty is now about 13 years old and doing fine.