Nine lives removed from feline groovy and royal

(alternately titled: lion eyes hide sharp claws
unless made irate, then yours truly
bares his sharp talons
on all of mine faux pas).

Aye attest tubby reincarnated

from one male Russian Blue
species Felis silvestris catus

named Morris if that gives a clue,

and during my fuzzy past

hence, asthma “Cats Cradle”

segued into kitten hood

fur hum lee established

type cats as (tin pan) alley cat,

a rather litter boxed gritty debut
t'wood become (later in life) tabby

quick as greased lightning

snatching in the air,

when tender vittles flew,
technically got fired (acquiring

appropriate pet nicknames)

as fame (like a bushy cat tail) grew
viz perfect back up crooner
for “Cat Stevens”,

or lead singer for

the "Stray Cats" oddly
coupled, featured, and

incorporated with the guru
Horton Hears A Hoo,

yes him Elephant resembling

a humungous mandrake

from the, "Animals,"

whose body heat could

easily melt an igloo,
whereby Eskimos accepted charity from

Korean philanthropists named Joo

(founders of Palaces for Pachyderms),

these lumbering creatures possessed

an exemplary photographic memory

(rivaling that of the amazing
deceased idiot savant

Kim Peek) knew

practically every detail

incorporating trunk hated lines

(and could track missing lynx),

when felines shared common ancestor

but,...such petty files would most likely boar

and go way off course, and hence

I will shy away being extempore

favoring a deliberate fore
ray padding around basically ignore
ring any rhyme or reason

suddenly ending this persiflage,

and thence to thee bon jour.