Hommage to Becca

you, my dear little feline
were a dirty cat
i miss you so,
even though your purrbox was broken
your fur was matted
and you drooled on my feet.

you rubbed dirt all over on my knees
then ran into the sewer
but who could blame you?
evicted from home!
sent to the streets after 14 years!
enough to give anyone a bad day.

Then-- not a new home
but people who only left out food
Oh, Becca, they did not deserve you
even though you smelled funny
your eyes were bright
even if they were mean, too

Becca, Becca, you were always the best
of the Kitty Mafia on Middlebrook
I like to think you died in a brawl
or a knife fight
you always had heart
even if you didn't have any claws.

Oh Becca, know that i am thinking of you
and think you are a wise cat
if never where you a wealthy cat
but i hope now, in kitty heaven
which looks like a spot
on the rug in front of a fireplace
somewhere very far from here.


RIP, Becca. You were always a good cat, even if they didn't appreciate you. We were all shocked and hurt by your death, but hopefully you've moved up on the chain of life into something better- say a Siamese (but not a Siamese like Scooby. He didn't appreciate you either, the bastard.)

mad love!