'Cat'itude Poem by Ima Ryma

I am a cat now homeless, so
To a cat shelter I was brought.
It's not too bad here as things go.
Some cats are friendly, some are not.
The human I had up and died.
I guess no nine lives humans live.
While I was there that human tried,
So easy for me to forgive.
This place has toys and food is good.
Staff and volunteers play with me.
Fate is fickle in felinehood.
Whatever's gonna be, will be.

I haven't found a human yet,
But I'll find one to be my pet.