About cat

He was skinny, shabby, red,
Mud covered his garbage dumps.
He wandered along the rusty roofs,
A night sitting in the cellars.

He was an old and very weak,
A cold sometimes cruel.
He froze feet,
Similarly,, how to get cool feet.

But it never warmed,
Caressed and fed.
Because he was not spared.
Because it did not like.

Because the teeth fall out.
Because abscesses in the ears.
Why do not like ugly.
Someone has to love the ugly.

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  1. Death

    Bl @ be divine!

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