Othello,
Old fat cat,
Black,
Tail too long,
Breath too strong,
Three teeth left in your head,
Survived cat herpes, surprised you ain't dead,
Eyes cloudy,
Still rowdy,
Lazy,
Crazy,
$1,000 vet bill,
Born with bad gums & bad teeth, I so wanted to kill,
You, or drive you to a park,
Miles away sometime after dark,
Open the door and fill up a dish,
Of your favorite food, drive away and make a wish,
That you would never come back,
No more vomit, fur balls or other smells and stains of cat,
To clean,
But that would be mean,
But when the kitty litter ran out,
And you took a steamy s#!t on our couch...
I wanted to kick the rest of your f@#!#g teeth out!
I didn't, but I was so pissed,
For 13 years, you just sleep, eat, and s#!t,
But for the good, bad, and ugly, we can't quit,
Plus you keep away the mice and bugs too,
And Zoe would miss you,
Even though you sleep 23 hours a day,
You are our cat, so you can stay.