My

Tribute To Bashful

His name was Bashful

but we only called him kitty

He was quite a cat

He was supposed to be an outdoor cat

but somehow he was always indoors

playing with his colorful ball

or usually just sleeping on the window sill

When we put him outdoors

he looked so scared

and in he came again.

He wasn't much of a fighter,

no claws and when anyone came close

he would roll over on his back

and play.

He was funniest when he chased bugs

and sweetest when

he laid next to me in bed and licked my face.

Its raining outside today

with thunder and lightning

he would be cold and scared

He's somewhere else now,

I hope he's warm and knows he was loved.