One day you wandered into my view.
Your fur was tufted and ridiculously askew.
You were a confused vagabond without a home.
It was my intention that you would continue to roam.

You looked at me like we had known each other before.
As though to say, 'Recognize me, feed me…open the door.'
Your delving green eyes pried open my heart with a plea.
Your clawless paws managed to magnetically attach to me.

Your persuasive ways and purring motor have earned you a ticket.
This is your home and you’re an important part of our family unit.
You now fill a previously nonexistent void with constant affection.
Stray cat of mine, you no longer have to worry about rejection.

Theresa Ann Moore

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