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threeplusfire) wrote2007-08-08 10:12 pm
threeplusfire) wrote2007-08-08 10:12 pm
kitty news
Tonight I filled out a very long application form, and this weekend we're going to pay the largest pet deposit I've ever encountered ($450!!!!) in order to adopt a rescue kitty from Rescuties. I am hoping they will let Mike and I take home this kitty, Nod. I fell in love with him today looking at their site.
Recently I had to put Rachel to sleep. I haven't had a cat in my apartment in some years, due to roommate & friend health concerns. My last cat, Slate, was taken by my exhusband. During BoldThrough 07 spam's fest to protest this weekend, I found myself reading and commenting to some things posted by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
devilindupriest. One was the saddest, sappiest cat poem ever. My friends know I'm a mean, sarcastic and evil bastard often. But for some reason I just couldn't stand the imagery of this poem. And I hate poems that rhyme! But it stayed on my mind, and today I found myself filling out a huge detailed application to adopt a kitty.
"Stray Cat" - author unknown
Dear God, please send me somebody who'll care.
I'm so tired of running and sick with despair.
My body is aching and filled with such pain;
And dear God I pray, as I run in the rain
That someone will love me and give me a home,
A warm cozy bed, and food of my own.
My last owner left me alone in the yard...
I watched as they moved, and God that was hard.
So I waited a while, then went on my way
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now, God, I'm so tired and hungry and cold;
And I'm so afraid that I'll never grow old.
They've chased me with sticks and hit me with straps
While I run the streets just looking for scraps.
I'm not really bad, God, please help if you can,
For I have become just a "Victim of Man."
I'm wormy, dear God, and I'm ridden with fleas;
And all that I want is an Owner to please.
If you find one for me, God, I'll try to be good.
I won't scratch the carpet; I'll do as I should.
I'll love them, play with them, and try to obey.
I will be so grateful if they'll let me stay.
I don't think I'll make it too long on my own,
'Cause I'm getting weak and I'm so all alone.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
'Cause I'm so afraid, God, that I'm gonna die.
I've got so much love and devotion to give
That I should be given a new chance to Live.
So dear God, please hear me, please answer my prayer,
And send me somebody who will REALLY care.
Recently I had to put Rachel to sleep. I haven't had a cat in my apartment in some years, due to roommate & friend health concerns. My last cat, Slate, was taken by my exhusband. During BoldThrough 07 spam's fest to protest this weekend, I found myself reading and commenting to some things posted by
devilindupriest. One was the saddest, sappiest cat poem ever. My friends know I'm a mean, sarcastic and evil bastard often. But for some reason I just couldn't stand the imagery of this poem. And I hate poems that rhyme! But it stayed on my mind, and today I found myself filling out a huge detailed application to adopt a kitty."Stray Cat" - author unknown
Dear God, please send me somebody who'll care.
I'm so tired of running and sick with despair.
My body is aching and filled with such pain;
And dear God I pray, as I run in the rain
That someone will love me and give me a home,
A warm cozy bed, and food of my own.
My last owner left me alone in the yard...
I watched as they moved, and God that was hard.
So I waited a while, then went on my way
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now, God, I'm so tired and hungry and cold;
And I'm so afraid that I'll never grow old.
They've chased me with sticks and hit me with straps
While I run the streets just looking for scraps.
I'm not really bad, God, please help if you can,
For I have become just a "Victim of Man."
I'm wormy, dear God, and I'm ridden with fleas;
And all that I want is an Owner to please.
If you find one for me, God, I'll try to be good.
I won't scratch the carpet; I'll do as I should.
I'll love them, play with them, and try to obey.
I will be so grateful if they'll let me stay.
I don't think I'll make it too long on my own,
'Cause I'm getting weak and I'm so all alone.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
'Cause I'm so afraid, God, that I'm gonna die.
I've got so much love and devotion to give
That I should be given a new chance to Live.
So dear God, please hear me, please answer my prayer,
And send me somebody who will REALLY care.
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