Lovable,
Adorable cats.
Meow.
I am sitting here with my scrappy group of feline friends,
Who people may call strays,
But to us it simply means we are free to roam around your neighborhood and call it home.
We march together,
One paw in front of the other,
Feeling safe when we see a stranger.
The oldest one among us we call Mama,
Who is like our Mama.
I'm not sure how many kitties she has so far.
She is beautiful,
Gives a great cuddle,
And is our rock star.
She prances with her head held high,
Flipping her tail as she passes by.
Her coat is the color of orange marmalade.
And Mama,
Well,
Mama ain't never afraid.
Sunny is the laziest one among us.
She got her name from lounging on Mr.
Robert's splendid deck.
She looks so funny soaking up the blissful warmth of the sun all day long.
She stretches yawns and peeps her little head up.
Perhaps I should go for a run on the lawn.
She then turns,
Settles in,
And has no trouble falling back to sleep again.
And then there's the Keystone,
My best friend.
He is always there for me,
Like a true gem.
He follows close to the streetlights and then snips under Pete's garage,
Sleeping beneath an old Ford car.
His eyes are piercing blue,
And he can look right through you.
He walks slowly and low to the ground,
And often you have no idea that the Keystone is around.
Cyrus is the biggest cat in the pack.
His coat is gray and shiny,
Just like silk.
He is a wild,
Fearless hunter with an untamed spirit.
He breathes power and strength.
He is our leader,
A magnificent creature.
I'm known as Patches because I have this cool black fur on one eye and white on the other.
I am not a fighter,
Nor am I brave.
I am a chill cat who rarely uses her voice.
I prefer stillness over noise.
I'm not a hater,
And I am well known for my gentle nature and intuitive understanding which helps me navigate a demanding world.
We are all a close-knit bunch who are content.
Our ancestors have graced and played in this world for thousands of years.
Don't be alarmed if you see us prancing around or hiding behind bushes or trash cans.
We're usually just hungry,
Cold,
Or lonely.
Give us some space,
And a treat would be nice for our colony.
If needed,
Some wonderful humans care for us,
Too.
Just look up rescuers and see what they do.
Meanwhile,
Listen to me.
Patches,
A cat adores you.
What's the rush?
You'll get there.
Slow down.
Go outside,
Breathe,
And reclaim your life.
Take a walk,
A little pause.
Smell a flower.
Perhaps lean against a tree.
You'll be amazed by the relief you receive.
And then discover what all of us cats believe.
