I wish to tell you
Something you don't know
This might hurt
Just a little bit,
About cats...
Did you know
By the way.
Whose obituary
I found in the newspaper.?
It was your sons...
For your information
Felines were created first
When god decided to create
The earth with animals
The first was perfect
His prototype,
For all the others
To follow, except...
Well, at least one angel
Got in the way
Of god's plans.
The rest of the animals
Might not be as perfect...
So, when I looked at the date.
It was that little occurrence.
Of the non-brother
When you were pregnant
With me, I was your first
This guy was just a mistake.
You had a dead born
It was in the news
With your name and
Your family had a funeral
For a newborn
That was born dead!
How could you tell lies
All these years
About Jimmy being
Your son when in fact
You did not have one.
Your first marriage was annalled
Then you married my father
Before discovering your
Fetus would not be another
Mans son for my father
To raise.
Indeed you have tried
All the different ways
Of getting even with a man
You feel in love with as a child
And then did not want
To acknowledge
You even sent him to Korea
He survived so you had
To marry him after all.
Well the records indicate
That he was born dead
There never was a baby son.
Which is why you went
To a mental institute
In Switzerland .
Where you continued
To complain and wail
About your husband
Not being able to get
You pregnant
Until they could not stand
Anymore of you
So they gave you a chance
To have an artificial one
My poor little sister
Was just an experiment.
Done not with sex
But with a medical lab
Meanwhile, you went ahead
And had sex with my father
Whom you lied to so long
That he expired.
But there it is one of us
Was natural and one
Concocted artificially.
While I was born
Midway from Paris
My sister was born in California.
Neither of us forgiven
For spoiling your joke.
Your first born is in fact
Me! Too perfect for you to handle
About those felines you hate,
I do hate to tell you
That god made sure
That even on Noah's ark
There were a pair of cats.
And in the future
There will be no one hunting
Down the last one of them.
If anyone goes extinct
It will be the stupid dog
Believing humans are there
To feed them.
They will themselves become
Food and fodder.
While the cats
Will simply disappear
Into the mist .
While they wait for the end.
And then they will also
Be there waiting in the paradise
Of your religion of the resurrection.
A pair of smiling cats
Waiting for you to arise.
They might not be able to talk
You understand,
But if you follow them
You will find your family
Who have been hoping
You will be well and sane
This time around.
Not hating every cat
You meet nor your own children.
Happy dreams dear mother.
Jimmy was never born to you.
And he is already dead
With no hope of a second chance.
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