Two years old with my first kitten;
she was white as snow and I was smitten!
Not knowing my colors, except one or two,
I hugged her and called her "my little Blue."

It was late in November with Thanksgiving near,
a time we all love and wait for each year.
Cornbread stuffing and pumpkin pie,
a big hen turkey with giblets . . . oh, my!

Leftovers went into the fridge 'til next day.
Mama always cooked and planned it that way.
I watched as the food went into the bin,
then waited a while and put Blue in.

A short time later, I told my brother,
afterwards which he told our mother.
Mama pitched the food and threw out the cat,.
put me in the corner, now how about that!!


© by Linda Tillis Crosby.
Used with the author's permission.