O.B.

He walked into our lives

Quietly and sweetly.

Always serene and loving

He never acted meanly.

He loved his running water

And his tuna in the bowl,

But most of all,

He loved to have

His forehead rubbed in a swirl.

Garage doors going up and down

Didn't frighten him at all,

For he knew the secret

To a happy life, after all.

It started with neighbors across the street,

Then on to Joshua, Tom, and Connie,

Then he decided to go where

He was needed most,

To Bill and Alberta

When their Lady they had lost.

For O.B. was an Angel Kitty

Who was sent from that heavenly city,

To give love and affection

To all of us who had

The joy of knowing his perfection.