Tuxie

Tuxie

White feet, chin, ticked dear ear tips,
Black gloss from forehead to hips,
Tuxie’s a tuxedo cat,
 Created from a plush toy kit,
  Both real, really, stuffed and knit

Today a new adventure begins,
Starting with a wash tub swim,
Next in the dryer, tumble and spin,
To come out scented fresh and clean
  For a waiting wanting kitten

Our Tuxie is a comfort toy,
A friend to lost and homeless kittens,
He plays with them in their nursing box,
And cuddles with each lone orphan,
  To encourage kitten endorphins

They rub their faces over Tux,
Which makes his scent like one of them,
His last kitten was named Jerome,
Who, now that he is eight weeks grown,
  Has been adopted, found a home

And that’s why Tuxie’s being washed,
Tossed in the tub with soap and sloshed
For soon he’ll greet a new kitten,
Perhaps like him, with white mittens,
  Who’ll love to share his scent with him