Eulogy for my Cat

Here lie the bones of Captain Clark Kitty.
His head was scarred from fights hard and gritty.
But his owners long thought the battle scars pretty.

Both ears were nicked with the left flat, or near,
What matters the state of one chewed up ear?
At the end of his life he could still plainly hear.

Three legs had been broken. Not much of a cost. . .
They more than made up for the one that was lost.
In all of his battles he’d come out the winner.
And ‘til the end of his life he could dance for his dinner.

He climbed trees and couches, endured unwilling swims,
Scratches, wasps, snake bites, and his claws being trimmed,
Survived surgery that saved his bladder from stones,
From cattle that stomped he had lumpy back bones.
He held ground, bossed dogs, won females from rivals,
And spread his seed to ensure his bloodline’s survival.

Clark died as he lived: a dearly loved cat.
And for most of his life he lived happy and fat.
What pet could ask for much more than that?

He lived in the country; he lived in the city.
He lived, that’s the point. So, please don’t take pity.
Cry long live the spirit of Captain Clark Kitty!