KITTEN MANIA
DURING OUR TEA WE HAD A CHAT
ABOUT WHAT TO DO WITH THAT OLD CAT.
GONE WAS THE FUR SO SHINY AND SLEEK,
GONE THE SEXY MEOW, NOW ONLY A SHRIEK.
HER TAIL WAS RATTY, SHE COULD BARELY HEAR,
ONE EYE DROOPED AND SO DID ONE EAR.
"wOULDN'T IT BE GREAT," WE SAID WITH GLEE
"IF THERE WERE AN OLD CATS' HOME WHERE SHE COULD BE."
AND ALL OF THE WHILE AS YOU MAY SURMISE
SHE LOOKED AND LISTENED AND APPEARED QUITE WISE.
THEN ONE NIGHT SHE WAS NOT AT THE DOOR.
WE FOUND HER CURLED ON THE CLOSET FLOOR.
WITH ONE LAST LEAP UP THE CEDAR WALL
SHE HAD PULLED DOWN THE ROBE SHE LOVED BEST OF ALL.
SO WE TOOK HER, WRAPPED IN THAT SATIN SHROWD
TO AN APPLE TREE PLOT WHERE WE MOURNED OUT LOUD,
SPEAKING ABOUT THAT GRAND OLD DAME
WITHOUT WHOM THE WORLD WON'T BE THE SAME.
NOW OUR TEAS ARE QUIET, WE MISS THE PURR,
THE BONY BODY, THE MANGEY FUR,
SO WE'RE GOING OUT SHOPPING FOR A KITTEN THAT
SHOWS PROMISE OF BECOMING ANOTHER OLD CAT.
Okay, 22 years may have passed but I still shed tears when I think of this
lovely poem.
--author unknown, submitted by Catnip
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