Poppy, Our New Cat

 In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields

Poppy came to live with us a few weeks ago, a rescue from a nurse's family member who passed away. She has done well so far. The residents love to visit with her. Traffic to the activity room has certainly increased. She likes the attention and has begun to visit residents' rooms. One night she slept in the bed of a bed-bound woman who loves cats. I believe she will work out fabulously.