He arrived on our patio in 1992, fully grown.
He wandered away from our front yard on October 24, 2011—ancient and listless. We haven’t seen him since. I like to imagine he’s meandering in the nearby field in search of mice, having adventures and stretching sinuously in the sunshine.
I’m not sure if Spot was on his first life or his ninth. But I am sure he lived each day to the kitty fullest.
Spot was my writing buddy. He followed me upstairs every morning and climbed onto the window sill over my desk. He commented on my plots, assessed my research and moaned at my third-grade humor. I miss him.
During one of my book writing breaks many years ago, I wrote this poem to Spot. My daughter always said it was the best thing I’d ever written.
Thanks, Nicole. Spot—I hope you like it, too.
Kitten sitting in a window.
Eyes like slits.
Gentle motor starts up slow
Singing to the world below.
Oh, to know such kitten pleasure.
Pink foot curls.
One ear twirls.
Dream the kitty dreams you treasure.
Live the kitty life of leisure.
What does every kitten cherish?
Sleep and dream?
Hunt and scheme?
Listen quick to sounds that vanish!
Did you see it? Small and brownish?
Now you have an anxious thought—
Spy it now! With swinging swat
Pounce with sharpened claws.
PRAYER: Heavenly Father, thank you for our lives. Thank you for this life we have here on earth and thank you for our eternal life we will have with you. Please help us live this life in a way that is pleasing to you. Help us enjoy all the earthly blessings that make life here a small glimpse of heaven, including enjoying the companionship of all your creatures—great and small. Amen.
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