Ode to Flakey

by Leia, Phoenix, Arizona, USA

• I remember the day Flakey came to my door
• I went to do laundry around about four
• When I returned I was surprised to see
• A little white kitten staring up at me.
  
  
• His mew was so pitiful, his eyes beguiling
• And I can tell you and wouldn't be lying
• He must have known I was a soft touch
• Because now I love him ever so much.
  
  
• I brought him in making him feel at home
• Through each and every room did he roam
• At first he would check each knook and cranny out
• Now all he does is just lay about.
  
  
• This little white cat puzzled me you see
• For I wasn't sure what he was supposed to be.
• He would meow and looked like a cat
• But I swear at times he reminded me of a rat.
  
  
• He follows me around like a loyal little dog
• Believe or not he jumbs like a frog
• I'd seen him slither like a snake
• And said to myself: Boy aren't you a flake!
  
  
• Snowflake was going to be his name
• But to me it sounded so very lame
• It just didn't discribe this little cat
• Who thinks he's anything but that.
  
  
• So I named him Flakey and it seems to fit
• This Monster of a cat who at my feet does sit
• He cleans his whiskers looking up at me
• Seeming to ask: What time will dinner be?
  
  
• Yes, he even thinks he's a human like me
• He loves to eat hotsdogs, his favorite is turkey
• Lapping up spegetti sauce, biting into a steak
• Is it any wonder that I call him a flake?

Editor's note:

• If you want to comment on this article, why not write direct to Leia?
• She will be pleased to hear from you!

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