For the Love of Cats

She shuddered at leaving behind? her mortal clutter.? Nevertheless, off she popped,? and her in her old nightie.? ? Where she had interred? a succession of deceased cats,? phantom meows lingered,? tabby tails haunted.? ? 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? demanded a disorderly attention.? ? Psychic clumps had accumulated? where spectral moggies muddled,? had driven a nice but nervous lady? into an early grave.?