Mephistopheles, or The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus's Cat
by Christopher Marlowe's Cat
Was this the puss that munched a thousand mice
And napped atop the towers of Ilium?
Sweet cat, your kiss will give me nine more lives!
Her purr doth make a furball of my soul:
See where it issues from my gaping mouth!
Come, kitten, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, and for a kiss from thee
I will despoil the stately halls of Troy,
Smash painted urns to bits with wanton paws,
And slash to ribands costly tapestries,
For in thy shining whiskers heaven lies,
And all are dogs that are not Helen's cat.
-- Henry Beard, Poetry for Cats