I have the sweetest neighbor whose name is Jean Marie.
She had a cuddly pussy, as cuddly as could be.
Her pussy was a favorite in our neighborhood.
Everyone admired it; ‘twas so gentle and so good.
Pussy had at first belonged to one of Jean’s boys
But he lived in an apartment and Pussy made noise.
When tenants were in hallways it would quite often yowl.
At night, instead of sleeping, it always chose to prowl.
It sat by a window and gazed out upon a roof,
Bothering the mutt next door and causing him to woof.
It hissed at the canary that lived across the hall.
It simply had no tolerance for that bird at all.
Her son was pleased to take the Pussy to live with Jean.
That house was roomier and much easier to clean.
Pussy was much happier in the big rambling home.
Jean spoiled it with the softest bed fully lined with foam.
It was content to eat dry food from its special dish
But, most of all, it loved treats of cheese and tuna fish.
I know sometimes she gave it a cup of oat porridge.
I noticed where she stored it on a shelf in her fridge.
Pussy looked very much at home in Jean’s big house.
Sometimes, beside her front door, she’d find a field mouse,
Mainly in the evenings, if Pussy was out late
And Pussy never tried to slip out through her gate.
One could not help but notice how much its coat did shine.
The vet had suggested she feed it meat all the time
Because meat is full of fat and plenty of protein.
It would give its silky fur a very glossy sheen.
Pussy’s coat was ginger just like Prince Harry’s hair.
It loved Jean’s garden and followed her everywhere.
When I went to see her it sidled up to me.
It brushed against my legs and bumped against my knee.
It sensed I was allergic and wanted me to pat,
Would make me start to cough and sneeze so never did that.
Jean was so very proud that Pussy stayed in her yard
And, beside her gate, she posted a sign: DOG ON GUARD.
Last Tuesday evening I decided to drop by;
Nothing of importance but just wanted to say, “Hi.”
What an awful shock I had when Jean looked me in the eye!
Tears showed me she was sad; she cried, “Why did he have to die?”
