Oh what fun and shear delight to have a pussycat that welcomes the morning daytime light. With a gentle purr turning in slow circle around one's legs

Brushing her smooth fur gently leaning touches against. But careful not to get under one's feet.

Meows and looks to tell one its time to eat.

Happy days and memories of gone past day's when our Kitty Mog grew up so soon

Every day that went quickly so by soon became the time amount to add up to old age.

Eighteen plus years a wisp of time in life.

A morning meow welcome a little feed she seemed to rally of her body frail with age, then comes before midday.

She Gently slipped away to Gods garden of all creatures great and small