In the spring of two thousand four A beautiful small kitten was born And we decided to call her Pasha As she greeted us early each morn The daughter of our Momma Kitty She was part of a ragdoll breed A kitten that was a free spirit Uncertain of what she might need A soft longing look she displayed Did she possibly want to trust me Pressing a nose against my window Oh Pasha what did you want to see Always first in line when I called Moving with such grace and pride Never allowing me to pick her up As she wanted to remain outside Watching as the river slowly flows Describes her beautiful gray coat But she had claws sharp as daggers Protruding as if to say 'take note' Pasha was unique and one of a kind I truly believe her name did show A fiesty little cat full of energy None other compares that I know The Rainbow bridge she has crossed And these memories of her I do keep A small beautiful cat known as Pasha I will dream of her tonight as I sleep © Janie Moser 01/17/09 I lost My Pasha in Dec. of 08 at the age of 4 I will always remember her for her Gentle spirt and charm. I miss her at my back door but her memories do remain I thank Doris Fuller for this beautiful Graphic for my Pasha and Janie for the words I could not find to write.. The photos used are © of my Pasha **KC**