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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=547231" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Boe the Cat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Boe the Cat was not an easy cat to like<br>But then he did not like others either.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blandishments carried no weight with Boe, <br>He bit or scratched at all who drew close <br>Believing the entire house to be his domain, <br>He considered a carelessly unprotected ankle<br>anywhere as fair game for attack</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was, in truth, little endearing about him.<br>“The Cat from Hell” my daughter pronounced<br>As he rebuffed yet another of her overtures.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was in indoor cat, and quite mad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Boe’s one redeeming virtue I could see<br>Was his unqualified devotion to my wife<br>And the joy his exclusive adoration gave her.<br>He had arrived with her, a dowry of sorts, <br>Or an inscrutable prenuptual agreement.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To be fair, the Cat was gentle with our son.<br>And usually chose to sleep in our room, Still, <br>I found him generally surly, suspicious and<br>Ill tempered. “No. He’s feisty but he's family” <br>Insisted my wife, scooping him up in her arms <br> <br>Saved from a South Boston slum before I arrived, <br>Boe was as tied to her as remote from the world.. <br>Whenever we took an overnight, we would return<br>To hairballs or puddles (or sometimes worse) <br>Expressing his feelings on being abandoned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first person up, I aways made the coffee. <br>The Cat from Hell came as I prepared to put<br>His catfood on his mat—just in time to bite me.<br>Truth. Predictable, and embarrassing too-<br>My limbs looked scored by needle tracks! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once, fretting about something, I awoke early <br>And had the dish in place before Boe arrived.<br>Seeing it, he just stared balefully at me, waiting.<br>I retrieved the food, pretended to fill the plate, <br>Put it down. He promptly bit me, then ate content.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Boe did have a favorite pasttime in his life: <br>To crouch motionless by windows staring out<br>At the birds flittering on feeders and squirrels <br>Racing across the lawn, his jaws trembling, <br>Instinctually knowing how nicely they’d crunch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day my wife returned to find Boe dead<br>On the kitchen floor, cause of death unclear.<br>Called at work, I drove home quickly to find<br>My wife weeping, my boy confused by his<br>First encounter with death, and the cat silent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We wrapped our cat in his blanket, togther<br>With some toys our son wished to give him.<br>Twenty minutes to a clearing in a wooded grove<br>Filled with the chatter of birds and squirrels.<br>I covered the hole I dug with a good-sized stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a few weeks, my little scrapes and punctures<br>Healed and the scabs fell away. Somehow, though, <br>Mornings at our house were different now, and less, <br>In the absence of those sharp teeth and claws, <br>And that strange, twisted little mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every so often I take a walk to what we call<br>Boe’s Woods to see how our cat is sleeping.<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Chuck+Toll">Chuck Toll</a><div class=q>
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But then he did not like others either.

Blandishments carried no weight with Boe, 
He bit or scratched at all who drew close 
Believing the entire house to be his domain, 
He considered a carelessly unprote..."></div>
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