Catsongs I (Livia Remembered)

Live your life in fur and whiskers

Fourteen years on four small paws

Ate the heads and left the bodies

Of the victims of your claws

I poked you and you scratched me

Each claw like a tiny knife,

And through it all I shared with you

Some of the best times in my life

Last year dead, year before alive

This year, still dead. Sad.

Your indifference to that puppy

Selling bog roll on the telly

Made me love you so I didn't care

That your breath was smelly

Your little kidneys couldn't

Handle it no more,

Not unlike Pope John Paul II

Be he had fewer paws

You were not that religious

Also unlike Pope John Paul

And he lived in the Vatican

But you had never been there

At all, oh at all

This year dead, year before alive

This year, still dead. Sad.