Finally, a blog post that proves that I can’t draw or write poetry. When they told us we could decorate the back room for the day The vision of you with bright orange and yellow fur came my way. A proud cat with a green top hat and clover. It was obvious your smile would win the store over. I was not prepared, however, for the creature I did create I will try not to use a word so violent or strong, such as hate . Your fur, while blotchy tells the story of a terrible disease,