This morning I woke up
to a big poofy black cat next to me.
He was as close as one can get.
All cozy by my pillow.
I hated to wake him up.
Big Al is a dear old man.
We think he's the same age as the year.
Which would make him eleven now.
We got him from the local humane society.
Who got him from a hoarder situation.
I am his Grandma.
My daughter got him in grade school.
She's now in college.
I take care of my Grandson.
I pet him and tell him how nice he is.
(he has his trouble with the girls but who doesn't)
He sits on my lap ... all sixteen pounds of him.
He purrs and purrs and sends his soul to mine.
I hope he continues on for many more years.
He is the best Grandson anyone could have.
~ JC ~