Posted on Wednesday, July 13th, 2011
“It happened at Hartz in July 2007
This scrawny black kitten arrived– not from heaven.
Instead from the streets of Secaucus she came
With only a brother, no home and no name.
I’d hoped to adopt a kitten or cat,
But not this kitten who looked like a rat.
I had picked out a name I liked for a boy
And eyed the cute brother with hope and with joy.
But to my dismay he quickly was taken
And all that was left was his sister–forsaken.
The sadness I felt when she was left high and dry
Caused me to look with a more positive eye.
It’s my cat, I reasoned. Her name’s up to me.
So I took her for mine and I named her Gatsby.
She settled in quickly, learned to love Crunch n’ Clean,
Loves to battle Hartz Mini Mice and prance like a queen.
She’s filled out quite nicely, not skinny, not fat.
In fact, she’s become a quite wonderful cat.
While I’m certain I’ve spoiled her– that is a fact,
We’ve provided each other with love we both lacked.
And people say I’m a princess too,
Sometimes I almost believe this is true.
They also say people resemble their pets.
And for Gatsby and me, that’s as good as it gets”