When Yellow Cat first came around,
He never really made a sound.
He stayed mostly in our yard.
Sometimes ventured, never far.
Just a little skinny boy
Just a stray without a toy.
No food to spare, not a speck,
No owners to help protect.
Today I left and saw him there,
Laying cold with matted hair.
I hope life's better where he is now
In Kitty Heaven with lots of chow.
All the catnip he can stand,
And Pounce treats given out by hand.
Scratching posts on every street,
And cars that stop right at your feet.
Now I say goodbye to you
There's nothing else that I can do.
You were sweet, little Yellow Cat,
I hope you now get big and fat.