Audacious leaves cling to the trees.
They still have yet to learn
That autumn brings a bitter chill,
Their perky green to spurn.

You left us far too soon, dear cat --
We thought you would grow old.
September sun warms broken hearts
And turns the mountains gold.

RIP, Biscuit Cat. 
Please stay away from foxes in heaven.


Happy Birthday Three!!
 I thought you might like this.
It's a little long, but now that you're old, maybe you can handle it. Plus it helps kids. And stuff like that....