Eleven years ago he woke up a tripod, an amputee, an AmpuTater.
Shhhh. Don’t tell. He hasn’t missed a beat.
Able to conquer three-level cat towers in several bounds,
Still counter surfs at every chance.
He’s best at singing the song of his people, preferably at 4:30 am.
Tater, cat-dog had yet to fail at winning over every “I’m not a cat person” he’s met.
Meet Tater the Terrific. Tater the Best, Tater Tyrant of my Heart.
Happy Sweet Sixteen, Taterbug.
writer, storyteller, veteran (see BirchBark Editing.com and MaxieJaneFrazier.com for more)
Put Out to Pasture 
That’s an awesome poem about an awesome kitty!
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He’s pretty great, thanks!!
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He’s adorable–and your love for him is palpable.💜 What would we do without our pets–who are so much more than pets?
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I do adore him! This morning when I walked out to where he was, he meowed at me for something like five minutes. A whole conversation ❤️
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This is so familiar!😂🥰
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His eyes are beautiful.
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Aren’t they? ❤️
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