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.