Catlantis

CATLANTIS
Mark Lewis

Our old cat’s been sick and she’s not feeling well,

And she’s tired and cranky and we think we can tell,

That her time on this planet has come to an end,

and we know that we have to say bye to our friend.

Where do our kitties all go when they're done,

With playing and purring asleep in the sun?

What happens to them when they’ve been put to sleep?

I'll tell you the secret you don't have to keep.

They go to Catlantis, a wonderful place,

Where they wake with no worries with smiles on their face.

It’s a purr-fect location - it’s clean and it's sweet,

A cat habitat and a feline retreat.

Here your cat doesn't hurt and they're young and they're free,

To run and to play and to climb every tree.

And they lounge and they stretch and they purr and I vow,

In Catlantis there's never an "ow" in "meow."

And your cat’s on the right side of every door,

They can hide up inside of the top bureau drawer.

There are feathers and strings and ribbons to chase,

And warm spots to sleep in all over the place.

I'm sad that you’re gone and I'll miss you a bunch,

But I know in my heart and I just have a hunch,

That you’re happy and smiling and purring a lot,

For Catlantis is now your most favorite spot!