In memory of a stupid cat.
Nine lives.
Nine years.
You showed up in our garage.
Mistaken for a piano.
We coaxed you out.
So full of energy.
Hiding in closets.
Monikers described you.
Mistakenly de-clawed.
Fighting in the jungle.
Winning more than not.
King of the table.
Or stairs.
Or chair.
Wild by birth.
Tamed by a Kat.
You frightened you senior.
Owner of two dogs.
It started with a sore.
A strange growth on your leg.
You never lost your spunk.
We called you "Lumpy."
And briefly "Oozy"
But you were too wild to be named.
You sat on the table.
Ate what was before you.
You fought till the end.
You will be missed.
You will be remembered.
The Cat With No Name