Goldie Bear

Mama named me “Goldie Bear,”

Prolly ’cause of my gorgeous hair.

But you can call me whatever, that’s totally fair,

And I will follow you everywhere.

I’ll sit on your shoulders whenever you type,

And I might even give your iPhone a swipe,

And though I look serious I don’t ever gripe,

As long as you feed me salmon and tripe.

No, I’m just kidding, you know how it is—

I’ll eat whatever, that’s my whole biz.

And at playing with humans I’m really a whiz,

And I’ll love you forever, a Mr. or Ms.

I’ve learned to live forever inside

And that’s how I want to always abide.

I’ll learn all your rules if you’ll be my guide,

And, as much as you’ll let me, I’ll snuggle your side.

I get along great with all other cats

In a big house or a small flat.

I’d much rather play than have ever a spat

And I always know where my catbox is at.

So give us a call and fill out the form

Come in and meet me and see I’m so warm.

We can hang out and party like we live in a dorm

And you can save me from this crazy cat swarm.

Photo and Poem by Randy Cromwell