WHEN KITTENS PLAY IN HEAVEN

When Kittens Play In Heaven

When kittens play in heaven, I’m sure they have such fun;

Heaven’s boundaries are limitless with lots of room to run,

The doggies are so friendly, they love them every one.

Their "fe-lines" are never hurt, when kittens play in heaven.

When kittens play in heaven upon the golden streets;

The angels never scold them, they think they are so sweet;

Only when they climb the Tree of Life do a heavenly frown they meet

‘Cause even God thinks they’re cute, when kittens play in heaven.

When kittens play in heaven, they fly on furry wings;

They run across the angels’ harps, they love to hear the strings

Of heavenly music intertwined with their little kitty-paw "pings";

Their life is pure purrfection, when kittens play in heaven.

When kittens play in heaven, their favorite game is hide and seek;

They chase and bat each other, then run away to peek

From out behind a cloud where they look so very meek;

You know it is the "cat’s meow", when kittens play in heaven.

When kittens play in heaven, every cat gets in the game;

The blind ones able to see once more, the crippled no longer lame;

In heaven there’s no difference in feral cats and tame;

And old cats are made young again, when kittens play in heaven.

Written December 17, 2002 by Joan Rowden Hart in memory of Ollie Cat, and Little Annie, and all the other beautiful feline creatures who have chosen over the years to spend their earthly lives tolerating us mere humans.