13 July 2012
We begin our lives in a cardboard box, Tucked in the living room. A whole new home to call our own, A warm and cosy cocoon.
Mum says in the box we stay, For kittens we are young. Then she grasps our furry ruffs, And washes us with her tongue.
And as we kittens grow to cats, We look upon our tub, Our cardboard box of kittens' youth, Our endearing, worn out hub.
To cats, these boxes mean a lot, To kittens they're the world, From being a glint in a mother cat's eye, And into life we're hurled.
Tail over head and into life, Cuddled to death by love, I love my childhood cardboard box, A gift sent from above.
A Kitten's Work. • Opuss № I