Snafu was my favorite cat.
He'd snuggle up when we would nap.
He always come by for a pat,
Or curl upon my knee, or lap.
He ruled the house from dusk to dawn.
His hair was short, his tail was long;
The other cats, on him did fawn.
His meow was the softest song.
To herd us 'round, with his nose he shoved,
Like we were his cattle, horned and hooved.
A yellow tom by his 'people' loved,
And he loved us back, I feel he proved.
I miss my Snafu, now he's gone.
Chasing moths, I hope, in the great beyond;
And butterflies, 'cross a grassy lawn,
And,
Most of all I hope,
Being stroked
by Someone, fond.
