My cat's been dead for a while now

Her nocturnal fur burned into dust

As her organs did combust

And eyes and nose turn into puss

And fuss she brought to my mother dear

And brought her mounds of chilling fear

(We can't have that, her end's quite near)

And here we are with a much younger cat

One who won't amount to that

But I guess this virulent and callous rat

Won't bat a zero in this house.

So that cat will be dead soon

God help my mother after that

For then she can't get another cat -

They're just feathers in her hat

That's sat on top of her doghouse.