Avy From The Box

Up the stairs, down the hall

Flying all day, finally at home,
Crossed many time zones.
Tired, sleepy, wanted to be alone.

She asked, how about a new kitten?
No thanks, I stay pretty busy,
I'm gone a lot, don't have the time.
Look at this one, her name's Izzy.

I heard a little whimper,
from the box full of kittens.
All, colored and playful,
I saw her, was instantly smitten.

What's up with that one?
The runt she said, smallest of all.
Is walked on and climbed over,
The one I heard down the hall.

Aight, lemme see 'em,
she reached for Izzy in front.
You know what, I think I want,
the black one, I want the runt.

Brought the tiny thing home.
What in the world have I done?
I don't have time for this,
while thinking, it could be fun.

Four months in, growing very fast.
Playing, always on the run.
Loved sleeping on my forehead.
Tiny claw marks never hurt anyone.

Decided she needed a bath.
Gawd, If only I had known.
Warmed up some water and suds,
instantly, a Cat. 5 kitten cyclone.

What the,wait, stop,
pow bang crash squall
blood on the floor, blood on the sheets.
A ripped picture five feet up the wall.

Wasn't her blood, was mine.
I don't remember a thing.
Who knew the hell and fury,
that little furball could bring.

Every day, come home from work,
she would greet me at the door.
Always with her pet toy mouse,
at my feet, she would drop on the floor.

Ten years of together flew by.
Then came the awful news.
Our Avy had bad kidneys,
wouldn't be around more than a few.

We did everything we could.
Trying our best to beat the clock.
But the Lord took our precious Avy,
our little Avy from the box.