Hello my dears, this poem is dedicated to our tomcat Cookie, who sadly passed away but will forever remain in our hearts. I hope you enjoy my poem!

Whoever has the privilege of calling a cat their own knows the beautiful side of life so well. When our hands gently stroke its fur and lovingly caress our little house tiger.

A glance into eyes that sparkle like stars while we serve our little cat its meal. The velvet paw reverently licks its food while a tiny mouse hides in the garden.

As soon as the bowl is empty, the cat turns around and heads out into the garden. The mouse is spotted, quickly caught, and proudly brought to its owner as a reward.

Now you simply have to be happy, whether you want to or not, and despite everything, you put on a grateful smile. “Thank you very much, my devoted little treasure.” Luckily, he didn’t bring me a rat.

Often, it is the gesture itself that truly matters in life, even if all you receive is a mouse. For the cat gave the mouse with all its heart—who could resist such sincere affection?

So always give with your heart and not merely with your mind, and you will always have a loyal friend by your side.