Aspen trees are lovely. They are white and tall.
But our little Aspen cat was very very small.
She had a quiet presence and lately didn’t meow or purr.
She loved to be brushed with her fluffy white fur.
In Newport, she was known as the “flying cat”
As she fell 4 stories and that is that.
She just limped away and said, “So what’s the big deal?”
While Admiral barked “Is that cat for real?”
Aspen loved sitting and getting brushed on Rick’s lap
And cuddled with Connie on afternoon naps.
At night she would hop on the bed and attempt to roar.
It just meant that she wanted to be petted some more.
A Himalayan cat she was smart like a Siamese.
She could have had a full-time job but preferred a life of ease.
She especially loved her bath which made her nice and clean.
Afterwards, she paraded around like she was a queen.
Aspen loved long car trips and the view outdoors.
She even slept with Admiral and says that “That dog snores.”
Seventeen and ½ years is comparable to our 99.
Aspen had a great life and was “so devine.”