Sizzling summer day—
 
my old, arthritic tabby
 
snoozes in the sun.

 

 
 
 

Chilly April day—
 
my old, arthritic tabby
 
snoozes by the fire.

 

 
 
 

Sultry afternoon—
 
on the porch we sip iced tea
 
while our tabby naps.

 
 
 

After Christmas Day,
 
my neighbor’s old grey tabby
 
takes her final nap.

 
 
 

Deepening autumn—
 
my old grey tabby’s ninth life
 
withers like a leaf.