Through the Years Together

I'm twelve years old in your years,
a whole lot more in mine,
a feline full of wisdom
and still I'm feeling fine.

The kitty cat I once was
has slowly slipped away,
still I like to play around
a little bit each day.

I sit upon my pet's lap
and purr 'cause I'm content,
when she scratches down my back
her touch is heaven sent.

I have a little sister
who walks on just two paws,
I love her and her parents
with all their human flaws.

She's nine years old in your years,
a whole lot more in mine,
she has skin and I have fur,
God's fanciful design.

The aging process hurts me.
I know it hurts you too,
but we can age together
and we will make it through.