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Poem - "Receiving Love" about Twitch

Those of you who were on Playdates or Zooms or other events probably metTwitch, my tortoiseshell kitty who just passed this week.

She was well known for running off with things, messing with stuff, and zoom-bombing us.

This poem tells Twitch's story. I tried getting it into a Chicken Soup book. It didn't make that, but it did get into an international literary magazine.

Receiving Love

by Rev Dr Ronda Del Boccio

in eMerge Magazine.

Wheezing and starving, with scraggly fur, no one to love and take care of her.Homeless and frightened, hiding from storms, the tiny kit cried out to be safe and warm.

At last, when it seemed she was going to die, a kind woman heard her sad, plaintive cry.She warmed the cat up, got her medical care, but her savior had to leave her there.

So at the clinic the tortoiseshell stayed. A long recovery, then finally spayed.She’d have stomatitis the rest of her life and need special kibble, easier to bite.

One day in Facebook’s What’s On Your Mind? I said, “I want a cat!” a rescue all mine.A reply, “She’s at the vet. They haven’t found a good home for her yet.”

One look at her pic—“I must have her with me and my golden guide dog for her family!”Her picture I held in my welcoming heart, then brought her home for a brand-new start.

Sweet and playful, yet so full of fear, she wouldn’t allow me to hold her near.At last she had safety, good food and fun toys, but harsh stray life had stolen her joys.

At first I could never put Twitch on my lap, an open hand she feared might just slap.Two-handed reaching meant go run and hide. Living for sure, but not truly alive.

She loved to bite paper and twitch her long tail, and watch squirrels scurrying on the railShe snuggled Jemma in her soft doggy bed. They became buddies, the best of friends.

My mission remained: teach Twitch to receive, open her heart, and learn to believe,To bask in the love I so freely provide, and not just survive, but to honestly thrive.

Now every morning, first thing on my list? Go to the table and cuddle my Twitch.And if she decides that I’m being too slow, she plaintively meows to be sure that I know!

Moving my hands where she wants them to be for maximum pleasure and pure ecstasy,She plants herself firmly on my willing lap, inducing paralysis while she has her nap.

First Jemma, now Nugget, her canine friends, they run through the house end to end.We cuddle close on the couch every night. Twitch runs her motor, to my great delight.

Day by day, under loving hands, now touch is something she demands.It took two years, but now she knows that love received is love that grows.

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Photos:

artwork of Twitch wearing her Andromeda Galaxy amulet and sitting in a spaceship - "Twitch on a ship" from a convo with Mel

@Melissa Pier

during a playdate! Mel sent me stickers including a cat on a spaceship!

Twitch by the Vortex Bowl (Himalayan singing bowl)