My Baby Boy

You were born
A few days latter given to me
skin and bones starving
for food and attention.

We had to buy you special milk
and feed you every hour or two
You were always so hungry
we all watched the milk dribble off your chin.

You cried all night and
throughout the day
simply wanting to be held
to feel a loving touch.

Now you growing up
almost seven months old
a total terror
we can barley hold.

Your big around the middle
as evil as can be,
you try and play with the dogs
who have to flee.

But your still my little baby,
my special little boy
Tell me why don't you cuddle
like all the other cats I know?

*This is written for my little kitten who is now about 6 1/2 or 7 months old. he was found in a field his mother was dead. The family was going to kill him but my brother saved him, and gave him to me for a graduation present!*