My Father and Lee
By Karina, age 17, Texas
My father found a cat.
He originally named her Lee.
Although he would never tip his hat,
She would never flee.
My father said, "She needs to go,
She is just a big mess."
I said, "Father, this I know,
That little angel could never cause us stress."
Finally my father agreed
Like a puppy forced from play.
But acted like a knight on his steed,
Because he gave a child her wish that day.
My father showed no affection to the cat.
She would sing and dance,
But he never paid attention to that,
And never gave her a chance.
The cat and I became best friends.
Then one day we got to go (and this is true)
With my father in his new Benz.
But she did something she should not do.
My father became angry,
And had to clean his car.
For the car was like his baby,
On it he didn't want a scratch or scar.
But my father got over it,
And started to like her a little.
So my cat did a dance and skit
Like an Irishman and his fiddle.
Every day my father would act
Like he never cared.
But this I know for a fact,
That although undeclared,
My father loved that troublemaker cat.
