Naughty to Nice

Looking out my window,
what do I see?
a tiny black bundle
high up in a tree.

I go to rescue the kitten;
and much to my surprise,
I got teeth and claws as a thank you
It's hissing, my attempts defy.

I finally rescued the fur ball
For in the tree she was stuck;
It took a little patience,
and a lot of gosh-darned luck.

Time and persistence -
and a lot of tasty food
Swung around her temper,
which slowly improved her mood.

Our little Midnight
Isn't so little any more
She's our sweet angel,
And no longer at war.

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Written 10/28/2022

NEW PROMPT: Tomorrow, October 29, is National Cat Day. Write a story or poem about a feral cat who becomes domesticated and turns into a good kitty.