I May Never Be a Lap Cat

I love this poem. I repost it in hopes that those reading it might reach out to a cat in need of help.

I may never be a lap cat,

Or one who comes when called.

I may resist the hand that tries to touch

And some may think I’m flawed.

I may prefer my freedom,

To your warm and cozy house.

I may reject her bowl of food, 

And settle for a mouse.

But the box you put out for me,

Feels safe and warm and dry.

And I raised my eyes to thank you,

As you go walking by.

I eat the food you give me.

I listen for your voice. 

I may never be a lap cat,

But you offer me the choice.

One day, I’ll see the winter.

One day, I’ll see the rain

I may grow old, not knowing

That there is freedom from this pain.

But I know you tried to help me.

And although my days will end.

I may never be your cat, 

But I know you were my friend.

~ Unknown ~