Ship Of Cats Poem by Ima Ryma

A bunch of kitty cats, we think
We've got the human who's the best.
She is the wealthy Widow Mink,
And took us on a cruise to rest.
She could not find a cruise ship that
Allowed all of us cats aboard,
So bought her own float habitat,
Which Widow Mink could well afford.
So now on a world cruise we all
Are sailing 'cross the seven seas.
On deck be many a fur ball,
Catnapping through nine lives of ease.

And Widow Mink thinks it quite nice
She need not worry about mice.