Frankie And Me

Written for my daughter Doreena about her kitty

FRANKIE AND ME

 

I had this little fat kitty

That went in and out with me.

And what could be the use of her

Was more than I could see.

 

Everyday she would wait for me,

At the very top of the stair.

She would sit and watch each step I took

And stay till I got there.

 

Then she would roll around the floor,

Expecting me to massage her tummy.

She’d purr and twist, enjoying it so,

To her it was very “plumy”.

 

She waddled along in front of me,

And showed me the rocking chair

And though that’s where she wanted to lay,

She was willing sometimes to share.

 

When she scrambled up onto the chair

And laid flat upon her back

Her body took up the entire space,

And no comfort did she lack.

 

Sometimes, sitting at the piano

I’d play a hymn or two.

She would climb right up beside me,

As if that were an important thing to do..

 

She was always stationed at the door

Everyone who came she’d greet.

She would meow her little “hello” to them

And entwine around their feet.

 

No one got to pass her by

Without giving her a pet.

And there was always and ever a comment

About such a big fat cat!

 

Now she’s gone from here forever

And it would certainly be no surprise

If she would greet me at the door of heaven,

With those big expressive eyes.

 

So, when I see her at the door

My joy will be complete.

When she sweetly comes to greet me

And entwine about my feet!

 

Myrna H. Rickard

(For her daughter Doreena)

 

Reviews

[whispereversolightly]

Ah, this is wonderful. I have a big cat it's a tomcat, it's the most loving animal in the world. It likes to sit in it's own chair. I have this little kiddy chair and the cat claimed it. He loves that chair. I like this.