Once I was a kitten –
they thought I was so sweet.
But now I’m always “in their face”
(or underneath their feet!)
They say I’m too demanding –
I interrupt their sleep.
They forget that I’m a gift –
which god hoped they would keep!
I’m much more than a play thing –
created just for fun –
to be discarded or ignored,
when the playing is done.
I wonder why they just can't see
(although I’m old and slow)
the kitten still inside of me -
they once loved years ago!
Copyright © Carole R. Preble, 2002
