22/09/2026
My dear boy passed away last night. I have written this poem as I think there are other mad cat owners who will understand how it is to loose the worst cat you have ever owned.
NEROPA
2000 and something - 2026
“He was truly the worst cat I have ever had.”
He fell into my arms,
All fluffy and sweet,
With questionable charms
And four troublesome feet.
His little white socks,
His pantaloon legs,
His face like a cherub,
His psychopath head.
He loved nothing that walked upon four feet
Especially dogs
Who he considered as meat
He would leap on their backs
And with a murderous cry
send them squealing
“When did cats fly?”
He was truly the worst cat i have ever had
A slipper of p**s,
A puddle on the floor
And then as if not enough
he p**sed some more
He p**sed on my books
and often on my bed
This terrible cat
even p**sed on my head
He was truly the worst cat I have ever had.
Nine lives you could say he was close to death
He had ear mites when i found him
that rendered him deaf
Cat flu didnt get him,
nor the urine infection
Nor falling three floors
from a balcony section
He was thunder in trousers.
A demon in fur.
A small furry lunatic,
A big fight of fluffy blur
He was truly the worst cat I have ever had.
And now the house is quieter.
The garden feels strange.
There’s no Psycho patrolling,
No murderous range.
No leap from the shadows,
No deranged little stare,
No furious cat
Who was suddenly there.
He was truly the worst cat I have ever had.
How can something so terrible leave a big hole?
How can something so maddening
Get right into your soul?
Because above everything,
He has made me so so sad.
This terrible cat that made me so mad
This ridiculous creature, this furry old git,
So fluffy and cute yes that must be it!
Because against logical reason
he got right under my skin.
And perhaps that's the question...
who is madder me or him?
P.S. I will be making a batch of affordable original cat paintings to buy online in October to help cover the vet bills. but more about that later
❤️
