While going through drawers of mementos (and CRAP!) this afternoon I found this Cat Fancy magazine.
Now I know it is dated March 2005. Why, you ask, are you keeping an old Cat Fancy magazine around? Well, because I'm a proud mama, of course. Kaitlin had a poem published in this issue, a poem she wrote when she was 12.
There is a funny story behind this...I loved the poem "THE VET" she wrote after taking our cat in for her shots. At the time, she subscribed to Cat Fancy. I sent her poem in, and nothing happened. I'm sure they get hundreds, if not thousands of poems submitted every month. Her subscription ran out about a year later, and we opted not to renew it. About 9 months later, we received a magazine in the mail. We had no idea why, it just showed up. I thought maybe they were trying to lure her to subscribe again. The magazine sat around the house for a few days. Finally she had time to look at it. A short while later, I heard her scream, and this is what she found:
Now, you probably can't read the poem from the picture, so I print it here very proudly:
Now I know it is dated March 2005. Why, you ask, are you keeping an old Cat Fancy magazine around? Well, because I'm a proud mama, of course. Kaitlin had a poem published in this issue, a poem she wrote when she was 12.There is a funny story behind this...I loved the poem "THE VET" she wrote after taking our cat in for her shots. At the time, she subscribed to Cat Fancy. I sent her poem in, and nothing happened. I'm sure they get hundreds, if not thousands of poems submitted every month. Her subscription ran out about a year later, and we opted not to renew it. About 9 months later, we received a magazine in the mail. We had no idea why, it just showed up. I thought maybe they were trying to lure her to subscribe again. The magazine sat around the house for a few days. Finally she had time to look at it. A short while later, I heard her scream, and this is what she found:
Now, you probably can't read the poem from the picture, so I print it here very proudly:THE VET
By Kaitlin J., 12
Wichita, Kan.
What's that I hear? I'm going to the vet?
What am I going to do? I can't die yet!
I'm way too young. I feel just fine.
Please don't let the man touch that fur of mine.
Oh, please don't take me. I'll do anything you like.
I'll even wax up your brand new bike.
I'll be really good and try not to bite.
I'll even stay off your bed at night.
Though it may be hard, I can be be really nice.
I'll even catch all those pesky little mice.
Whatever you do, just don't take me there.
I really don't like when they mess with my hair.
The vet has sharp needles they stick in my skin.
Then they grab my ear and start looking in.
They put me on a scale to see what I weigh.
When I go to the vet, it's a horrible day.
Wait, what is that thing you took out of the garage?
I hope I'm seeing a big mirage.
It looks like a cage with holes in the side.
Don't try to put me in it, or I'll run and hide.
Wait, don't come any closer to me.
Or I'll Scratch you with my sharp claws, you see.
That cage looks too small, please don't make me go.
I'll fuss and meow...
Wait...Don't...NOOOOOOO!!!!
By Kaitlin J., 12
Wichita, Kan.
What's that I hear? I'm going to the vet?
What am I going to do? I can't die yet!
I'm way too young. I feel just fine.
Please don't let the man touch that fur of mine.
Oh, please don't take me. I'll do anything you like.
I'll even wax up your brand new bike.
I'll be really good and try not to bite.
I'll even stay off your bed at night.
Though it may be hard, I can be be really nice.
I'll even catch all those pesky little mice.
Whatever you do, just don't take me there.
I really don't like when they mess with my hair.
The vet has sharp needles they stick in my skin.
Then they grab my ear and start looking in.
They put me on a scale to see what I weigh.
When I go to the vet, it's a horrible day.
Wait, what is that thing you took out of the garage?
I hope I'm seeing a big mirage.
It looks like a cage with holes in the side.
Don't try to put me in it, or I'll run and hide.
Wait, don't come any closer to me.
Or I'll Scratch you with my sharp claws, you see.
That cage looks too small, please don't make me go.
I'll fuss and meow...
Wait...Don't...NOOOOOOO!!!!
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