How loved you must be, Little Cat

To weather all the years

You've felt my hands, my hapiness

And more than once my tears

Your eyes are dull and cloudy

Your stitches stand out proud

Your nose forgets it once was pink

Your coat a faded brown

How loved you must be, Little Cat

To make us think and feel

It's like the old Skin Horse once said

"Love is what makes you real"