For Miss Piggy and Suzanne....

Rest in Peace, Sweet Girls....

The way to Cat Heaven is a field of sweet grass
where crickets and butterflies play.
A cat may be late in getting to Heaven . . .
there's so much fun on the way!
But an angel will wait at the yellow front door,
wait til a kitty comes home.

And when she arrives, he'll give her a kiss
and some milk in a bowl all her own.
There are trees in Cat Heaven,
trees made just for cats,
trees growing so green and so high.
But no one gets stuck in a tree anymore --
if a cat wants down, she will fly!

And oh the toys, kitty toys everywhere,
thousands and thousands go by.
There are buttons and baubles and small cotton mice --
there is catnip afloat in the sky!
There are angels, of course, with soft angel laps
where kitties can purr loud and strong.
The angels will rub kitties' noses and ears
and sing them a Cat Heaven song.

And when cats are hungry, there's God's kitchen counter
all covered with white kitty dishes,
full of tuna and salmon and mounds of sardines,
and wonderful little pink fishes.

The cats in Cat Heaven are so loved and spoiled
God lets them all lie on his bed . . .
He walks in His garden with a good black Book
and a kitty asleep on His head.

Then when a cat needs, she may just simply ponder
and watch the blue world deep and wide . . .
She will watch the old house
where she once lived and wandered,
and the people who loved her inside.

All cats love Heaven, they know the way there,
they know where the angel cats fly.
They'll run past the stars and the moon and the sun . . .
. . . to curl up with God in the sky.

(Dedicated by Cynthia Rylant to Caps, Nick and Edward VelvetPaws)