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.
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