My Cat
By EdF
My cat committed suicideI found her where she up and diedHer once proud body, stretch and strideNo longer will this plane resideA homemade gallows, well constructedFilled the hall as I conductedTests and soon the facts instructedWhat and why could be deductedThe finely crafted cat hair ropeShe spun from fur and cured with soapThen wove and tied, made clear the scopeTo which my cat had lost all hopeNow no excuse I find assuagesGuilt that deep within me ragesMy grievous sins left for the agesIn notes exceeding fourteen pagesBack in July a dog upset herOnce she was out, I didn’t get herHer food’s too dry, her water’s wetterOn August 9th, I didn’t pet herAnd further crimes you should considerI left her once with a pet sitterIn summertime the sand fleas bit herI didn’t clean her Kitty LitterWhen she got out the birds would scatterShe ate one once and I yelled at herI watched her weight, it didn’t matterShe always wanted to be fatterI’d found her living in the gutterRaised her, cared for nothing but herThe final straw, that cruelest cut herI spanked her when she licked the butterNow I’ve nowhere left to hideI’ve lost my friend, my pal, my prideMy cat committed suicideAnd left me dark and dank inside Written December 2nd, 2001 © on Dec 01 2001 03:21 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"My cat committed suicideI found her where she up and diedHer once proud body, stretch and strideNo longer will this plane resideA homemade gallows, well constructedFilled the hall as I conductedTests and soon the facts instructedWhat and why could be deductedThe finely crafted cat hair ropeShe spun from fur and cured with soapThen wove and tied, made clear the scopeTo which my cat had lost all hopeNow no excuse I find assuagesGuilt that deep within me ragesMy grievous sins left for the agesIn notes exceeding fourteen pagesBack in July a dog upset herOnce she was out, I didn’t get herHer food’s too dry, her water’s wetterOn August 9th, I didn’t pet herAnd further crimes you should considerI left her once with a pet sitterIn summertime the sand fleas bit herI didn’t clean her Kitty LitterWhen she got out the birds would scatterShe ate one once and I yelled at herI watched her weight, it didn’t matterShe always wanted to be fatterI’d found her living in the gutterRaised her, cared for nothing but herThe final straw, that cruelest cut herI spanked her when she licked the butterNow I’ve nowhere left to hideI’ve lost my friend, my pal, my prideMy cat committed suicideAnd left me dark and dank inside..."