Bob Tail
He arrived one night so very late; a cold and windy night. Hungry, dejected and dirty. Such sadness in his eyes; he knew he had been born with something wrong. He had no tail and problems cleaning. The others left him alone. His face was oh, so handsome and sweetness filled his eyes. A more majestic cat, I have never seen. With the princely silhouette he strikes; a Lion King he will make. His touch of love so ever light and a meow so sweet and small; each morning I awake to this loving bundle of... Sign in to see full entry.