They were born together on a June night,
they were just like berries.
One's front leg was withered,
we called for a vet.
And the doctor came at half past three,
prescribed vitamin E.
He said something about pinched nerves,
he finished his coffee and went home.
The lame cat was thin and sat,
he was baptized in July to Max.
Nisse, his brother, was always the first cat,
to the food bowl when it was time.
And Nisse grew big,
significantly bigger than his little brother.
He moved around the grass like a torpedo,
Max always tried to keep up.
I will remember for a long time,
their soft fur when they were little.
When you pet them and they start to purr.
They were both nice cats!
Summer ended, and it was autumn again.
Max leaned more and more on his leg.
He managed ´not the stairs alone yet,
but he no longer seemed as skinny.
He was happy and positive, and Max,
he became fond of mixed mince and salmon.
He had a psyche which was unusually stable.
His mood was surprisingly fine.
Nisse took his first mouse.
Became interested in our birdhouse.
One evening he made his way down the avenue,
and he never came back again.
For a long time I will remember,
their soft fur when they were little.
When you pet them, they start to purr.
That both were nice cats!
I will remember for a long time,
their soft fur when they were little.
When you pet them, they start to purr.
They were both nice cats two!