OHF, a fabulous cat,
A creature of discernment that
Filled our lives with love and joy,
Our beautiful, silver-whiskered boy.
He loved his chicken and his tuna,
And classical music not Fifties crooner.
He’d always give comfort when we felt low,
He’d give some loving, he’d just know.
He knew who he liked and who did not
He’d always lie in the sunny spot.
With Anita you shared some highs lows,
All her triumphs, all her woes.You’ll always be in our heads and hearts,
Orlando you were a cat apart.
© Caro Ness 2015