*0004 My Cat Is Dead Poem by John Knight

Mon chat est mort
what more is there to say? ? ?
He came to me a fluffy kitten
smitten was I - from the first day.
We played each day with balls of wool
Me skittish - kittish - childish - like a fool.

Mi gato esta muerto
what more is there to say? ? ?
But as he grew - he grew aloof
as all cats do - found other games to play
I still would roll our wool upon the floor
but Tigga shared that game with me no more.

Mio gatto e morto
what more is there to say? ? ?
Despite his cool and feline ways
he loved me 'catlike' to his dying day.
And when he grew too old his prey to stalk
He would walk slowly with me on my daily walk.

Min katt ar dod
what more is there to say? ? ?
He reached a point where he could only lie
upon my lap and slowly fade away.
The day before he died - his life was full
he even gave my ball of wool a pull.
What more is there to say? ? ?
Meine Katze ist kaput

John Knight - Still mournin' Tigga - 10 March 2011


My cat is dead
what more is there to say? ? ?