When A Cat Goes To Heaven
When a cat goes to Heaven
He can chase all the mice around
But he quickly finds they’re fast friends
Enjoying cheese and tuna by the pound
When a cat goes to Heaven
He gets his 9 lives back
Such a celebration 9 times a year
For nothing will he ever lack
When a cat goes to Heaven
Furballs are a thing of the past
And oh please about those fleas
To a different place are they all cast
When a cat goes to Heaven
He watches over his owner every day
And when his friend comes to his or her end
Your cat will show you the most heavenly places to run and play
Posted on December 17, 2016, in Poem and tagged 9 lives, cat, cheese, death, fleas, furballs, grieving, Heaven, mice, pet owners, pets, run and play, tuna. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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