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Someone sent me this poem today. Brought tears to my eyes. This is for all stray cat, feral feeders. We devote hours every single day for these cats. The picture is of one of my colonies.
"I may never be a lap cat,
Or one who comes when called,
I may resist the hand that tries to touch,
And some may think I’m flawed,
I may prefer my freedom,
To your warm and cozy house,
I may reject the bowl of finest foods,
For the chance to chase a mouse.
But the box you put out for me,
Feels safe and warm and dry,
And I raise my eyes to thank you,
When I see you walking by.
And I eat the food you give me,
And I listen to your voice,
I may never be a lap cat,
But you offer me that choice.
One day I’ll see the winter,
One day I’ll see the rain,
I may grow old not knowing,
That there is freedom from this pain.
But I know you try to help me,
And although my days will end,
I may never be a lap cat,
But I know you are my friend.
"I may never be a lap cat,
Or one who comes when called,
I may resist the hand that tries to touch,
And some may think I’m flawed,
I may prefer my freedom,
To your warm and cozy house,
I may reject the bowl of finest foods,
For the chance to chase a mouse.
But the box you put out for me,
Feels safe and warm and dry,
And I raise my eyes to thank you,
When I see you walking by.
And I eat the food you give me,
And I listen to your voice,
I may never be a lap cat,
But you offer me that choice.
One day I’ll see the winter,
One day I’ll see the rain,
I may grow old not knowing,
That there is freedom from this pain.
But I know you try to help me,
And although my days will end,
I may never be a lap cat,
But I know you are my friend.
