Elfe was the grandest of all of my cats
She dined on Reece's Pieces preferably flat
As a mother she bore babies one Bump and one Bent
Then three more before going, she got up and went
They wept- on their Journey to Cat Heaven's Gate
and Kept- their eyes closed- would not resuscitate
Twin graves dug too shallow couldn't keep them for long
They soon sprang up dancing to Death's haunting song
Christmas Holly was a He and had talents quite uncanny
He turned pirouttes, scoped roaches and retrieved rubber Marsupilami
His best friend was Sugar, fuzzy, cute, bitter, sweet
Who played like she was a tiger, went on prowls, liked to eat
Twice hit & twice run and all the felines were done
For- no cats came to Cal, this west wasn't won
But overseas there came a Twinkle and thereafter a Bat
Though the natives thought us strange to say 'Fledermaus' to a cat
In Kat's memory these were first, so their passing went not lightly
They found place in her pictures, poems and prayers almost nightly
In honor of her painting followed Pinsel & Palette
He could brush, stroke with his tail, She- colored etiquette
Nine lives graced these ages, now all of them spent
This portrait is of immortality, if not wholly eloquent
For the closest we come as mere men to Perfection
Is to have and to hold, and to love and to pet one
Tears In Rain
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