The night before Catmas – the adoption version

By Harry Shubin

T’was the night after the adoption event,

And all through the store,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a stray cricket on the floor

The Center Coordinators were all snug in their beds

Thinking of ways to move adoptions ahead.

The cage cards were hung on the enclosures with care,

Each telling the story of the cats who were there.

Poor Fluffy, poor Mittens, Whiskers and Sprite

Abandoned and alone on this cold Post-Adoption night.

Each cat was nestled in a Maddie’s Blanket, and thought...