Tyger, Tyger, pussy cat,
Meditating on the mat.

Nowadays you can no other
Sitting like a burnished Buddha.

Tyger, Tyger, pussy cat,
I often wonder what you’re at.

Perhaps you dream of former glories
Defending all your territories.

Of victory and feral feats
Against the other alley cats.

The smiles that spread so enigmatic
Are naughty thoughts of past gymnastics.

But now, alas, these dreams of action
Are mere immaculate conception.

Oh it was the most unkindest cut
When we took you to see the vet.