For Kitty, the best cat in the world
The thing I love the most in all the world Besides myself, which goes without saying, Is the cat, Kitty, the pet and princess Of all that she surveys, to whom slaying Of pygmy shrews and mice is merely sport, Who when young delighted us in playing With bottle caps, laces, her own shadow, Who when young would sharpen her claws laying In our warmth on the couch, fingers bloodied And arms scratched and the furniture paying For her leaps and climbs and agility And all the progress she keeps displaying, I love her over all and that is that, This murderous, fluffy, gorgeous little cat.