Our cat, passed many years

That clambering fluffy furball that was a rest on the calves at midnight. Purring like a mad little trickster that it was. This tuxedo cat had a white splotch of fur on her muzzle.

She came abandoned from the house up the hills, that was made with a pity ad she was lured in with food. She came with love, yet the time and months came when they had to shave her stomach.

With the mess that was made onto the walls and furniture, with the scratching post made

Several years ago. A cat like that is now ashes, along with the scratched wallpaper, you merely deal with it as it becomes a strangers memory of feeling to others, then it goes into the sink of what we come from.

Remember the name, Rhubarb, with numerous years of purring madness.