Her chosen totem was the cat.
The feline kind enraptured her
At three. Our old cat with great care
Brought home a kitten and from that
A long cat line of pets ensued.
Frequently stroked, seldom reproved,
Each one was individual and loved
Like the children she never had
Would have been. Though dogs she met
Or chickens, even crawling creatures
Roused her tender heart and nature
None ever got the love that a cat
Could excite in her. Now I
Am left to care for her cat. This
Is the respect I give her wish:
Care for her cat if she should die.