Malkavian, a cat of charm, And style and grace galore. Whose passing leaves a large sized-hole No cat was e'er loved more. His cries of sheer starvation cruel, His firm demands for pats, No more will echo round his home From this Fatbum of Cats.
Your place upon the bed grows cold, Your corridor's unstalked, But ever more will people say "This is where Malky walked." Your life was long, your mistress gave More love than you can tell. And you're to a new home bound. Malkavian, sleep well.
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And style and grace galore.
Whose passing leaves a large sized-hole
No cat was e'er loved more.
His cries of sheer starvation cruel,
His firm demands for pats,
No more will echo round his home
From this Fatbum of Cats.
Your place upon the bed grows cold,
Your corridor's unstalked,
But ever more will people say
"This is where Malky walked."
Your life was long, your mistress gave
More love than you can tell.
And you're to a new home bound.
Malkavian, sleep well.
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