A ball of fluff is my cat.
Tabby, dirty and with only one eye.
He rarely leaves my side these days.
A faithful friend he's been to me.
He follows me around.
The bed he thinks was made for him,
He thinks I haven't seen,
The way he sneaked past me.
He's earned his peace and quiet has Tom,
Although he's still just four.
A ferrell cat, on the farm, cruelly beaten about.
It took weeks of loving care,
For me to earn his trust.
The scars he bears and always will,
'What a Legacy?.
We sit and talk Tom and me,
Others think I'm silly,
To have a conversation with my friend,
My cat.
He seems to know just what I mean,
And sometimes I see a tear,
Trickle out the one good eye,
Then he rubs himself on me.
We are good buddies Tom and I.
I would'nt trade him for the world.
He filled a void in my life,
When loneliness crept in.
As he snuggles up to me,
His purring getting louder.
I thank the day I found my cat.
I know it was meant to be.