Then, one day, I met a stray and asked for its name.

“Meow name is Artemis,” purred the kit quite tame.

She had no place, so I offered my sill with a view.

“Oh! If it fits my furry bits, I will sits! Mew-mew!”

Soon afterwards, I noticed joy had turned from void to caboodle.

Could it be that life’s purpose was more than the drive to canoodle?

It was still all Greek to me, so I shared some yogurt with Artie.

“Meow, some tuna too would make this snack purr-fect—and hearty!”

At that, I realized how much balance she had to my life brought.

“And, could mew please warm some almond milk for me, but not too hot?”

Modern-day theoxenia had crossed my hearth all of a sudden—

Love by way of kindness, wrapped in a basket, and cute as a button. ; )