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Saving Stella

This poem is about a cat that was hanging out at an office complex and was loved by many. Management said she had to go. I stepped in and saved her. Carol’s Ferals took her. She is at a non-kill cat only shelter.

By Amanda ZylstraPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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To some, she was just a cat.

But to others, she was a comfort.

A gray striped tabby with bright green eyes and the classic tabby "M" marked on her furry forehead.

She greeting me when I walked into work each day,

And was waiting for me each night I left.

She was a work pet.

She always ran to me and we would blink eyes.

She winked at me often and would rub against objects and then flop on the ground.

She wanted to let me know she trusted me and we were friends.

We had an understanding that I would not pet her if I did not have food.

In order to touch her, she had to be given food in exchange for pets.

Some loved her.

Others found her a nuisance.

Upper management said she had to go and live on some mystery farm away from all of us.

This broke my heart and I knew I had to do something.

This is not about one simple cat.

This is about all of cat kind.

This is about all the cats out there that no one is working to help.

This is about not dumping cats off at some random farm and thinking that dumping your issue off on others will solve the problem.

I am determined to save Stella.

It’s a small group of us against a large corporation.

An evil corporation that wants to dispose of the cat like she is trash.

I will not stand for that.

I will fight for what is right and wait for others to stand up and fight with me.

This is about having a heart and keeping the cats best interest in mind.

Stella is said to have a home, but there are no caregivers to be found.

And if she does have a home they are terrible owners who let her wander and beg for food from office staff.

She sleeps under cars in the parking lot for shade.

She has a favorite bush and tall grass she plays under,

Pouncing on insects and twigs in the landscaping.

The seasons change from summer to fall.

The weather is getting colder

Stella is still there every morning and every night.

Some bribe her with beef jerky from vending machines to be able to scratch behind her lovely silver colored ears.

This cat beauty is loved.

There is no reason we can’t all co-exist with her.

She is select on those who have the privilege of touching her.

She protects us from birds and rodents.

This poem is featured in the book Passing Skeletons.

Passing Skeletons is a collection of poetry written by Amanda Zylstra. This collection has various themes including relationships, mental illness, addiction, and death. Each poem is filled with vivid descriptions, metaphors, and truth. This collection contains poetry written over the past 20 years and is the first published collection by this author.

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About the Creator

Amanda Zylstra

Cat Lover, Poetry Writer, Tea Drinker, Skincare and Beauty Product Obsessed. Check out my poetry collection "Passing Skeletons" available on Amazon.

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