Oh, how I truly hate this wretched life
That robs me of the cats that I have lost
And carves my heart out as if with a knife
When life and death are traded at a cost;
Oh, how this wretched life I truly hate
That robs me of the cats that keep me sane
And wait for me whenever I am late
And know its 'beat beat' time when holding cane;
How wretched was this life despised of mine
That robs me of the cats that give me strength
And merely by their presence made it shine
Till even after daytime reached its length;
Whatever may the circumstances be,
A missing cat is still a loss to me.
