I found a sad stray cat poem on another site that I thought all of you would like to read. When I read it it made me cry because one of the two kittens I just adopted was a stray.
STRAY CAT Author Unknown
Dear God, please send me somebody who'll care.
I'm so tired of running and sick with dispair.
My body is aching and filled with such pain,
And dear God, I pray, as I run in the rain
That someone will love me and give me a home
A warm cozy bed and food of my own.
My last owner left me alone in the yard
I watched as they moved... and God that was hard.
So I waited a while, then went on my way
To rummage in the garbage and live as a stray.
But now, God I'm so tired and hungry and cold;
And I'm so afraid I'll never grow old.
They chased me with sticks and hit me with straps.
While I run the streets, just looking for scraps.
I'm not really bad. God please help me if you can
For I have become just "A victim of man".
I'm wormy, now God and ridden with fleas
And all I want is an owner to please.
If you find one for me, God, I'll try to be good
I won't scratch the carpet, I'll do as I should
I'll love them, play with them, and try to obey
I'll be so greatful if they'll let me stay.
I don't think I'll make it too long on my own
'Cause I'm getting weak and I'm so all alone
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry
'Cause I'm so afraid, God that I'm going to die.
I've got so much love and devotion to give
That I should be given a new chance to live.
So dear God, please hear me. Please answer my prayer
And send me somebody who will REALLY care.
STRAY CAT Author Unknown
Dear God, please send me somebody who'll care.
I'm so tired of running and sick with dispair.
My body is aching and filled with such pain,
And dear God, I pray, as I run in the rain
That someone will love me and give me a home
A warm cozy bed and food of my own.
My last owner left me alone in the yard
I watched as they moved... and God that was hard.
So I waited a while, then went on my way
To rummage in the garbage and live as a stray.
But now, God I'm so tired and hungry and cold;
And I'm so afraid I'll never grow old.
They chased me with sticks and hit me with straps.
While I run the streets, just looking for scraps.
I'm not really bad. God please help me if you can
For I have become just "A victim of man".
I'm wormy, now God and ridden with fleas
And all I want is an owner to please.
If you find one for me, God, I'll try to be good
I won't scratch the carpet, I'll do as I should
I'll love them, play with them, and try to obey
I'll be so greatful if they'll let me stay.
I don't think I'll make it too long on my own
'Cause I'm getting weak and I'm so all alone
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry
'Cause I'm so afraid, God that I'm going to die.
I've got so much love and devotion to give
That I should be given a new chance to live.
So dear God, please hear me. Please answer my prayer
And send me somebody who will REALLY care.
