In Loving Memory of our dear feline Bubbles...
A grey mass of fur she stalked the garden,
Hiding beneath the trees,
Waiting for birds and enemy cats
That dared to cross her path.
Assortment of treats waited on the kitchen side
As she squished her tail in the water bowl.
With fussy eating habits Persian prerogative
Was to pester and torment.
She slept soundly by the glow of the fire,
Her tail too close to the flames.
Bubbles rested and dreamt of mice and of birds
As Nanna watched nearby on the chair.
She went her own way as many cats do,
Avoiding outstretched arms.
But she was always there to give you comfort
With loud and echoing purrs.
Though gone from our world, in our hearts Bubbles shall always remain.
May she be at peace xxx