When Grandma Killed Kitty

I love visiting Grandma with all of my heart,
The warm cookies, bear hugs, and watercolor art.

Singing and dancing we let our spirits go free,
We laugh and she cheers as I climb in the tree.

But none of these things really matter to me,
If I don’t get to play with my favorite kitty.

Going to Grandma’s, with kitty I’ll play!
“Sorry my Dear, but that won’t happen today.”

Kitty is soft, old, and fat and answers to Moe,
He is easy to catch as he moves really slow.

Lifting with my legs so I don’t hurt my young back,
I carry him to the couch to enjoy a nice snack.

He snuggles and purrs as I rub him from belly to chins,
We race to fall asleep but he always wins.

Going to Grandma’s, with kitty I’ll play!
“Sorry my Dear, but that won’t happen today.”

I arrive at Grandma’s with a smile and give her a hug,
Then set off to find kitty under the bed or the rug.

In my friendliest voice I call, “Here, kitty kitty!”
Grandma hangs her head and says, “We need to talk, my pretty.”

She sits me down on her lap and forces a sad smile,
And in silence searches for words to make her story less vile.

Going to Grandma’s, with kitty I’ll play!
“Sorry my Dear, but that won’t happen today.”

“After a day spent outside chasing after mice,
I gave him a bath to make him smell nice.”

“He thrashed and scratched and when put in the water he cried,
His overworked heart couldn’t take it.  Sadly he died.”

Bath time with Grandma can be dangerous, I know.
But I never thought it could be lethal. Neither did Moe.

Going to Grandma’s, with kitty I’ll play!
“Sorry my Dear, but that won’t happen today.”