Otis was a friend that I lived with for 16 years. We moved many times, from the forest to beside the highways and many places in between, and she was always there, somewhere in the background, usually no more than 12 feet away from me. She wasn’t a lap cat, nor a smoochy cat, but we had a very special friendship and I miss her very much. I truly hope I see her again some day. This is the first installment of my 8-part tribute to her.
Otis, I notice
(Between me and you)
Looks like a morepork
A furry ruru
Her fur coat is mottled
Her eyes big and green
With a patchy wee nose
That sits in between
One paw is white
And the rest of them black
And she also has stripes
On one leg at the back
Her tail is brown
With some grey at the tip
It’s as though she was made up
Of leftover bits
Though Otis, I notice
Blends in with the mat
She’s hard to ignore
She’s a funky wee cat.