This poem I wrote at age 13 was penned as if our cat Lacey wrote these words to our magnificent mother:
You buy my food, you give me water.
I feel like your biological daughter.
You brought me in from a cat show.
As I recall, it was in Toledo.
At a mere five months, you changed my view.
Of the world, and of you.
I appreciate you cleaning my litter box, and me.
Even though I hate baths, I tolerate them, you see.
Cat treats and cat nip, I love to eat.
Mommy, you’re the best to me.
I know I eat flies, I know I throw up.
But ain’t I better than a pup?
Every morning I watch you make lunches, which is really neat.
Especially when you have lunch meat!
I like to watch birds, ducks, and squirrels.
I wish I could buy you some pretty pearls.
Even though sometimes I run outside.
I love where I live, it’s my joy and pride.
Mommy, have a happy day!
Today, the eleventh of May.
By: Lacey Barta
May 10, 1997
And skip ahead several years: