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. ; )
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