Cat Poem

When God created kitty cats,He had no recipe;
He knew He wanted something sweet,As sweet as sweet could be.
He started out with sugar,Adding just a trace of spice;
Then stirred in drops of morning dew,To keep them fresh and nice.
He thought cats should be soft to pet,Thus He gave them coats of fur;
So they could show they were content,He taught them how to purr.
He made for them long tails to wave,While strutting down the walk;
Then trained them in meow-ology,So they could do cat-talk.
He made them into acrobats,And gave them grace and poise;
Their wide-eyed curiosity,He took from little boys.
He put whiskers on their faces,Gave them tiny ears for caps;
Then shaped their little bodies,To snugly fit on laps.
He gave them eyes as big as saucers,To look into man's soul;
Then set a tolerance for mankind,As their purpose and their goal.
Benevolent ... and ... generous,He made so many of them;
Then charged, with Fatherly Concern,The human race to love them.
When one jumped up upon His lap,God gently stroked its head;
The cat gave Him a kitty kiss,"What wondrous love," God said.
God smiled at His accomplishment,So pleased with His creation;
And said, with pride, as He sat back,"At last. . .I've reached purr-fection!"