Lightest Dusky Orange,
Pearly Grey, and Softest White;
Her He Should Have Worshiped
Poor little darling Minon got ahead
In life by starting from behind. They dumped
Her in the basement. She hunted bread
To keep from death. From that bad start she jumped
To loving us and Kipper, who was lovely, too.
At first she tried to hide beneath the floor
By going down a hole she found. He drew
Her out by bolting down there to explore
Beneath the floor boards. She followed him
When he emerged and we slam!closed the hole.
From that time on she worshiped every whim
Of tom cat Kipper. She was his, her soul
And heart, and purring, licking, snuggling—pure
Love. Kipper was wee Minon’s whole-life cure.