When God created kitty cats,
He had no recipe;
He knew
He wanted something sweet,
As sweet as sweet could be.
He started out with
sugar,
Adding just a trace of spice;
Then stirred in drops of morning
dew,
To keep them fresh and nice
He thought cats should be soft to
pet,
Thus he gave them coats of fur;
So they could show they were
content,
He taught them how to purr.
He made for them long tails to
wave,
While strutting down the walk;
Then trained them in
meow-ology,
So they could do cat-talk.
He made them into acrobats,
And
gave them grace and poise;
Their wide-eyed curiosity,
He took from little
boys.
He put whiskers on their faces,
Gave them tiny ears for
caps;
Then shaped their little bodies,
To snugly fit on laps.
He gave
them eyes as big as saucers,
To look into man's soul;
Then set a tolerance
for mankind,
As their purpose and their goal.
Benevolent ... and ...
Generous,
He made so many of them;
Then charged, with fatherly
concern,
The human race to love them.
When one jumped up upon His
lap,
God gently stroked its head;
The cat gave Him a kitty kiss,
"What
wondrous love," God said.
God smiled at His accomplishment,
So pleased
with His creation;
And said, with pride, as He sat back,
"At last. . .
I've
reached purr-fection!"
Unknown Author
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