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|Breed:||Domestic Shorthair||Color:||Tiger Striped||Age:||Adult|
A Poem by Butters
Hi, I’m Butters, over here...
The gorgeous tiger with the largish rear.
My story was that I was dumped.
In with several cat-friends I was lumped!
We were left behind a store to die...
But I’m here now – I wonder why?
I must have a purpose - a reason for life.
I’ll admit I’m loving and free of strife.
So I wrote this poem ‘cause I’ve heard whispers,
That make me nervous right down to my whiskers.
Words like notadoptable, ooothenasia, and nobodywantshim.
Don’t know what they mean, but it all sounds pretty grim.
It seems there’s a lot against this great big boy.
I need special food, and I can’t have a toy.
It’s not my fault I eat everything -
The catnip, the fur, and even the string!
I’m just craving some love, some attention - a person!
To love me before my outlook does worsen.
My cat lady friends have chipped in and I’m free!
And they’ve offered to buy food so you can feed me.
I still have some hope, it’s not over yet.
My furever family I just haven’t met...
Isn’t there someone with room in their heart?
Instead of my ending, to make this my start?