I open one eye With a sigh, As Blackie emits a cry. "I want it now" She says, "Maow, maow." That's the other name She'll claim. If Blackie Maow Maow We do call, She'll come skipping Down the hall Tho "skipping" isn't quite the word Throughout the house Her footfall heard... Thump thump thump She strides, thump thump Just my little small black lump. At first she was My garden buddy, Her feet and mine Always muddy. When in the yard, And bending low, The one thing I would always know, A little cat was somewhere near And from the brush she would appear, Calling out her little tune And she got named then very soon "Blackie Maow Maow" And that is how "No more cats" Became "that's that!"
My foster home idea having been suspended when the outs no longer matched the ins, I had declared “No more cats!” But how was I going to turn away my little garden buddy? She attached herself to me like a magnet and she is the one cat who really likes to cuddle. My little love.