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Such a lady is Lilbit
Demanding attention is not her habit
She patiently waits a bit
Then by your side she’ll sit
And gently ask for it
She’d love to be a perfect fit
Won’t you please adopt a lady like Lilbit?

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Bacardi and JB are a twosome
He’s tabby handsome
She’s torbie winsome
They’re never lonesome
Their play is gleesome
Adopting both would be awesome
Keep Bacardi and JB a twosome

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Our Zackety Zack Zack
Loves a tasty snack
Finding warm laps is his knack
His moods are seldom black
His purrs never slack
Love you will never lack
If you adopt our Zackety Zack Zack

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My name’s Lancelot
Like my distant cousin the ocelot
I want to be king of the sandlot
I like my foster home alot
But I want my own Camelot
Won’t you please plot
To adopt your very own Sir Lancelot?

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Lancelot is available for adoption!  Check out Lancelot’s page here.

And yes, that is him featured in the Quote of the Day – 08/05/09

Rusty Rusty
Sweet little Rusty
Never ever dusty
Doesn’t smell musty
Can be a little crusty
And slightly mistrusty
Rusty Rusty
Sweet little Rusty

©S. Ranea Wright-Noha
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Thanks to Ranea for coming up with this rhyme for Rusty!

View Rusty’s page here

When we met for the first time
He wasn’t in the best of moods
Can’t blame the fella, I would be too
If I’d been cooped up in a pet carrier
For most of the 1100 mile trip she took
To begin a new life with me

She was soon quick to gently hint
Not to waste the flavorful water
Whenever I opened a can of tuna fish
But he would turn up his nose at my offering
Stalk off with a superior-than-thou ‘tude
Then when he thought I wasn’t watching
He’d come back and lap up every last drop

She didn’t grumble nor mumble
When he insisted on sharing her bed
His favorite spot is right under her left arm
That slinky, lanky furred body couldn’t possibly
Weigh more than six pounds dripping wet
I’m amazed at how little room there’s left for her

Oh, he has his precious moments
The way he steals milk from our cups
Dipping and licking one paw at a time
The way he sprawls on the corner of the bed
Lazily watching us dress for work
Then chases after her, batting at her legs
As if commanding her to stay home with him

He insistently demands his kitty treats from her
Often with loud meows if she’s slow
But he shows more than just a casual interest
In what I eat those days
He knows if he sits patiently enough
I’ll share some pieces of my meat with him

Its been almost two years now
His favorite places are now more numerous
He’s taken to jumping on her computer desk
When he wants her undivided attention
But he will occassional stalk close to mine
And accept short hand-to-cheek rubs from me

He still prefers hanging out on her lap
Or lays on the sofa above her head when she reads
And he still wraps his paws around her neck
When she picks him up and hugs him
He’s still very much a one woman cat
But I think he’s also accepted me as a friend
Since he knows now that I love her too.

©L. Kupfer
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up …. down …. upside down …
running … chasing … watching …
sleeping sixteen hours
a day!

purring … cuddling … grooming …
adored … beloved … worshipped …
offerings on the doorstep
no way!

hunting … hunted … haunting …
fearless … dauntless … hapless …
never owned yet owning
their day!

curious … spontaneous … impetuous …
inside … outside … fireside …
in our homes and hearts
to stay!

dedicated to Jasmine, Tobias, Tony, Salem, Calypso, Athena, and Addison
©R. Noha-Wright 6/10/2009

Innocence is a litter of puppies
Boxed and left beside the trash can
Their very existence treated as disposable
Their confused and scared whimpers go unheeded
Its not their fault their purebred mother mated with a strange mutt
How can anyone look into their eyes
And walk away without feeling guilt or grief?

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For Oreo

It’s been three months now
Since the heartbreaking decision
To bid you farewell
Yet not a day goes by
Where we don’t think of you

The cool tuxedo dude
We affectionately called you
Echoes of your distinctive meow
Linger here in our house
We still smile at the memory
Of your lopsided Groucho Marx moustache

We were so abundantly blessed
With your presence and your love
Our lives enriched
By your playful and mischievous nature
During the time we fostered you
How could anyone not want the same?

Our anger still lingers
That you were ultimately deemed disposable
By those who renegaded on the adoption contract
All too easily abdicating their responsibility
All they had to do was make one phone call
One simple phone call
And we would have gladly welcomed you back
With no question or reservation

You and all those we foster
Deserve to live for many years
In comfort and happiness
Loved as a member of the household
We will forever live with the regret
For our error in judgement
That made your furever home false
You should not have had to travel
Over the Rainbow Bridge so soon

Precious Oreo
Cool tuxedo dude
We miss you

05/31/09
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One tiny life
Born only four weeks ago
Solid black with tiny paws
Orphaned by misfortune
Found and rescued
Valiantly he tried
Clinging to this second chance
Valiantly we tried
Nursing and encouraging
This one tiny life
But the separation
From mother and littermates
Left him too vulnerable
Alone just a little too long
But long enough to get sick
Far too young and defenseless
Without his mother’s milk
To sustain and protect him
His littermates’ warmth
To sustain and comfort him
One tiny life
Born only four weeks ago
Breathed his last
Cradled in my gentle embrace
Gone to the Rainbow Bridge
Taking with him
Our tears
Knowing
Our unconditional love
One tiny life
He knew he was not alone
He left his tiny paws
Forever imprinted
In our hearts

for tiny little Mozart
05/30/09

©Lynn Kupfer
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