The cat draped round his shoulders like s shawl
When he wrote his boo k she did him maul
Jealous of his love she wanted all
When we made love she moaned and caterwauled.
When she died he nearly lost it all
Then he died too and I fell down and bawled
His cat
Published
How my heart sings 
Thank you Katherine. You know how much I like your poems.
You are a good man, David