Twas the day after ChrissyMouse, the place was a mess,
There was paper and mousies and treats we both guess.
The papers were shredded, the the mousies afloor,
We'd eaten our full of the treats; said "no more".
The Big Thing appeared with a smile so bright
Our eyes were detracted to slits from the light.
He sat down beside us, and stroking our furs,
Said "It's all just us now. Your mine, and I'm yours".
A New Year is coming and life goes along.
We honor the old and we sing them a song.
Of the love we have for them and the kitties we miss
But we must move on bravely, no tears and no hiss.
He spoke us a list of the cats came before
And told us "reflect on their lives" and adore.
"Cats come and they go, and the Beings the same"
The years may be difrent, but one thing remains.
The bargain continues from ages of old.
When cats met the Beings who sheltered from cold.
That cats caught the mousies who ate of the grain
And Beings provided the shelter from rain.
That Beins would love us and we would love them
As equals and peers; like diamonds and gems.
Unlike other critters, domestic and prey,
We cats have connections the others can't say.
The others are taken, for food or for work,
But we, the grand cathood, are not of that quirk.
We stay, when we want to, as choices we make
But leave, when we want to, our freedom to take.
The Beins will love us, as always they must,
But time comes upon us to have wanderlust.
Or stay around when times get hard, the choice is up to we
Who bridge the gap twixt house and field, so freely easily.
But let us thank them for their care, because sometimes we gain
The quiet soft release at last, relieving us of pain...
The Rainbow Bridge does call too soon, until we meet again.
