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When
God
created
kitty
cats,
He
had
no
recipe;
He
knew
He
wanted
something
sweet,
As
sweet
as
sweet
could
be.
He
started
out
with
sugar,
Adding
just
a
trace
of
spice;
Then
stirred
in
drops
of
morning
dew,
To
keep
them
fresh
and
nice.
He
thought
cats
should
be
soft
to
pet,
Thus
he
gave
them
coats
of
fur;
So
they
could
show
they
were
content,
He
taught
them
how
to
purr.
He
made
for
them
long
tails
to
wave,
While
strutting
down
the
walk;
Then
trained
them
in
meow-ology,
So
they
could
do
cat-talk.
He
made
them
into
acrobats,
And
gave
them
grace
and
poise;
Their
wide-eyed
curiosity,
He
took
from
little
boys.
He
put
whiskers
on
their
faces,
Gave
them
tiny
ears
for
caps;
Then
shaped
their
little
bodies,
To
snugly
fit
on
laps.
He
gave
them
eyes
as
big
as
saucers,
To
look
into
man's
soul;
Then
set
a
tolerance
for
mankind,
As
their
purpose
and
their
goal.
Benevolent
...
and
...
Generous,
He
made
so
many
of
them;
Then
charged,
with
fatherly
concern,
The
human
race
to
love
them.
When
one
jumped
up
upon
His
lap,
God
gently
stroked
its
head;
The
cat
gave
Him
a
kitty
kiss,
"What
wondrous
love,"
God
said.
God
smiled
at
His
accomplishment,
So
pleased
with
His
creation;
And
said,
with
pride,
as
He
sat
back,
"At
last.
.
.I've
reached
purr-fection!"
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The Old Man and His Dog
Good Bye, My Friend