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         They say they have got nine lives,
                     They're NOT though, 'mans best friend', 
Though any I have rescued
Have loved me to the end. 
 
   We even brought one with us,
   When 'cross the 'pond' ' did fly,
   Been heartless to have left her,
   Methinks,  e'en pets do cry.
    
   

(Sheeba)

        When she passed, got a kitten, 
That was 2013,
So he is now eleven years,
At showing love, quite keen.

                                                            (Solo) - [Solomon}

                                                       He also has a 'brother'
                                                     A cat whose owners left 
To travel to the west coast,                                                                      He was alone, bereft.

                                       

                                                                             (Sweep) 

                                                             Initially the two cats, 

They fought when both alone,

Two nights together in the cage, 

Did make them both atone.


                                                    Though NOW they are like brothers,

                                                          They yet, will fight a bit

                                                       But on the whole, quite placid

                                                            Together, make 'good fit'               


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