For the Love of Cats
She shuddered at leaving behind
her mortal clutter.
Nevertheless, off she popped,
and her in her old nightie;
She had interred a succession
of deceased cats. Psychic clumps
had accumulated
where spectral moggies muddled.
Tiddles and Ginger,
Marmalade and Blackie,
were filed away
in their small brass urns.
It has to be said
and rightly recorded
that
Tiddles, Ginger,
Marmalade, and Blackie
also had driven a nervous lady
into an early grave.
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