This is my cat, Guinness, when very small,

She fitted into our household, no trouble at all.

She enchanted all-comers, fell in love with the dog,

They had many a feline-canine-dialogue….

Many’s the time when she went off after prey,

She would go missing for more than one day…

But she’d always return, and slink onto my bed,

For a big loving session, a scratch on the head.

A magnificent moler, but fastidious at heart,

She’d leave all her corpses outside on the path.

I never could tell how she’d done them in,

‘Cause they lay on the ground as if slumbering,

Her skill at the killing you could not surpass,

The bods were cut up in biology class…

A panther-like cat, who lives by her wits,

And reader, I tell you, I love her to bits…