Picture myself on a bed of catnip
Old joints have grown young, old kidneys not failed
Fur soft and clean from my tongue.

It's Heaven, you say? Well, yes, just about;
I remember a heaven of before
A soft lap with stroking love.

I remember last words of I love you
And you're my best boy, tears softly falling.
Heaven? Yes, when you join me.

from Heyokah, who passed this last Spring and still misses his mum

(Sorry, he was Siamese and never did conform, so this probably won't fit the tunes.)