Tiddles

Tiddles passed away today

Aged seventeen and going grey

No longer will he scratch and claw

Miaows outside the kitchen door.

Dad once said " I'll kill that cat

Look what he's done to my best hat

Ruined all my lovely marrows

Only fit for chasing sparrows"

Mum said " Oh he was a dear"

Brushing from her eye a tear

Gran replied " He was quite nice

Got rid of all those perishing mice"

My little baby sister Pam

Thinking of her empty pram

Sobbed bitterly with sister Molly

For they had lost their favourite dolly.

Me~I miss him most of all

Streets away he'd hear me call

A furry flash ~ then he was there

With me on our favourite chair

Just a greying ball of fur

Now no longer will he purr

Nor no longer to chase mice

In that moggy paradise

Down the garden you will see

A very special kind of tree

It's furry leaves being Tiddles pillow

He's buried 'neath a Pussy Willow.

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