I know you’re

With Mum, now

But I miss you

All the same

I miss your constant

meow

And calling out

Your name

I miss you, My Harry

Things are just

Not the same

You’re not lieing

upside down

On the driveway

Or being a

Major pain

I don’t fall over you,

Anymore

And the fridge hasn’t

Been scratched

In a week

I miss stroking

your old body

That once was young

And sleek

I miss your sweet face,

My Harry –

Your cookie-making paws

Your teapot curled

fluffy tail

And everything and more…

Kait King 20th of May 2025

In memory of one of the coolest cats I’ve had the pleasure of sharing a fraction of my lifetime with, but all of his. I wasn’t ready to let him go. I have a massive empty space I don’t know how to fill right now.