Tyrone, you are the greatest contortionist I've ever met. I can watch you change positions in your feline sleep for hours. Your slim, trim, muscular body stretched across the bouncy pink sofa pulls in like a tight ball one minute, only to slowly unfold legs across your soft tummy the next. This produces the most unusual positions. Just a quiet "swoosh" of a whisper from my lips will make your ears perk up at attention, resulting in your incredible hearing waking up all your senses. Those large, bright, glowing green eyes can easily mesmerize anyone who dares to stare into them. The slightest movement across your field of vision will cause a speedy swat from your sharp, needle-like claws. You are a cunning hunter, almost always capturing your prey -- sometimes for food, but mostly for play now that you've been spoiled by fancy cat food and tuna. Heaven help any other cat who invades your territory. I watch you speed out the back door in the early morning, sniffing around to make sure only the resident squirrels, birds, raccoons, and deer have been around. So much of your day is spent using your specialized tongue to keep your soft, lustrous coat clean and shiny. There is a gentle, loving part to you also. A gentle rubbing of your head and ears will calm you down and produce a low, constant purring sound. Then you will become my loving companion. But true to your cat nature, it will always be you, not I, who will decide when it is time to move on.
Tyrone Is No More By Charlene WexlerMy eyes disbelieved when I looked at the time The clock on the dresser registered half past nine Someone has told it Tyrone is no more. No claws scratching, no high-pitch meowing The house is silent this dreary morning Someone has told it Tyrone is no more. Pecking at seeds I've dropped on the patio floor The little birds are swaggering up to my door Someone has told them Tyrone is no more. The squirrels are swinging here and there without a care The orange cat is frolicking in the snow, no reason for him to go Someone has told them Tyrone is no more. No, water bowl to change, no litter box to clean My kitchen today is very pristine Someone has told it Tyrone is no more. I sat on the sofa with no fear That my clothing would be covered with fur from there to here Someone has told it Tyrone is no more. I opened the door as wide as can be, for today no cat will sneak out on me So the chipmunks and mice were dancing with glee Someone has told them Tyrone is no more. I reached out my hand to caress my cat It stayed there outreached with no one to pat My eyes filled with tears, and my heart tore Because Tyrone is no more.
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