“Howdy, humans! Yessiree, what you see is a Dreamsicle tabby cowhand from the Rio Grande. I’ve been riding the trails, riding the rails, waving my tail, singing my song. What? You’ve never heard of cowboy poetry? Well, lissen up, I am going to roll right over and purr and love you up some sensational cowcat verse!”

 

This here CowCat, Sandee by name, wants nothing more than the simple life – a human – or two or three – to love, some good, good food that I don’t have to kill and that doesn’t have beans in it. It is true. When one rides the trails and rails, one gets too many beans. A Cat gets tired herding them cows – worse than herding mice – I tell you.

 

I do have tales to tell and verse to write and, every now and then, songs to sing ….” Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies, don't fence me in….” Which is the problem I am having with this here kennel – looks like a fence – and it’s hard to see the starry skies through the skylight. Sandee would like his own window(s) please. Sandee would like to trade that lots of land for lots of indoor living with a view to the trails. Truth is – I’m still a young fellow – 3-4 years old at most – and I hate to say this but – I don’t like cows. I don’t like cows at all.

 

Truth is – I need to retire, take care of myself, write a little CowCat Poetry, and love, love, love my people. Out there somewhere along the trail, it seems I picked up the FIV. My old pal said a guy catches FIV from eating prairie dogs – especially if he stews them up with beans. I doubt it – but I got it – so I need to stay home and take care of me – and, of course, my people.

 

More truth – I am a Dreamsicle tabby with no such thing as a limit on love. But – I’m not really from the Rio Grande – closer to the Red River of the North, so I hear. You know, the one that floods every year and runs north into Canada. But there are cows. Also buffalo. But CowCat doesn’t rhyme with Red. Come to think of it, it doesn’t rhyme with Rio Grande, either. Minor detail. How about it? $100 ropes you a fine loving tabby, his poetry, his purr, his general all-round goodness. Sandee says, “Let’s ride together and sing!”

PS: I currently reside at THE ADOPTION CENTER (not in foster care). If you can't stop in but would like to know more about me, please call 651-642-5900, ext.3. Thanks!

 

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