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appy, purring and talkative as could be,

He was a stray, although at first we didn't know,

Just like all the neighbor cats, he'd come, eat,

Visit a while, and then he would quietly go.

One day he came with a scar on his cheek

Not so very large, but it was a scar no less.

He let me rub salve on it, no problem there.

But you could tell he was nervous, under stress.

Our family of furkin voted him into the clan

With no fuss, and, with a flourish brought him in

To become the latest adoption to our family,

For Mom to fatten up; he was a little bit thin.

Not long after the welcome party was at an end

He slipped out the door one morning to go

For a ramble through his old haunts.

Returning that night he had bad wounds to show.

The appointment for shots and check up

Was quickly changed to an emergency trip.

Antibiotics and cleaning was the order of the day

With salve and TLC being the Vet's healing Tip.

Healing went quickly, or so it appeared to us

As we gave close attention and tender love

To the little cat so lately added to our family.

If only we could have help from above.

But his remaining with us was not to be.

He was diagnosed with Feline Leukemia you see.

We laid him to rest behind the clinic one afternoon,

His spirit set loose to run and play happy and free.

Morris is still with us, all warm and cuddly as ever,

If only in our dreams, and those are precious you know.

He had been fondly accepted by our Granny Kitty who,

Departed for Rainbow Bridge just a few short months ago.

He was the only one who could make the Old Cat stir,

Sit up and take notice of the antics and tricks he would show.

Yes, he was a stray, we took him in, we lost our hearts,

And would do it again, even though he was

Just a little HoBo.

Roy York Sr.

This is the story of the little stray cat we named

Morris,

The Little HoBo

WEBMASTER'S NOTE: This page is dedicated to a little cat who came in one day to eat, and remained to share with us the short time that, unknown to us at the time, was to be the last of his little life. He will always remain in out hearts and is so very frequently on our minds. He was .....

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