The following passages were found under the Rosemary livingroom sofa pillows in an autumn day 1999.
Let this context be the sufficient place for these lines to get published.
The writer of this cool poem remains unknown beyond the pseudonym "COL99".
Obviously, this realm goes beyond of any Missouri Tigers adaption.
 

This one goes out to all the cat fans.
And all you who do not like these fasnicating piece of natures,
you can not hide.
They are still there,
above us.

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Dew claws and soft paws

Closery look at your cat's ears
There's a second set so it appears
Read on and I'll tell you more
Skilled am I in feline lore
Look at their front paws
What is there?
A small patch of whiskers (it's rude to stare)
What are these for you wonder?
I'll relate a tale from my grandmother.

Long ago spirits did abound
They flittered and fluttered and flew around
They lived in the sea, the ground, the air
We barely knew that they were there
Blind to them were most of us
Some could perceive, but only just
Cats on the other hand could hear their chatter
Could feel them moving through solid matter
They could see them (this explains their eyes)
And they could comprehend their whims and wiles
Now the spirits are mostly gone
But their memory lingers on
Cats are however still in tune
Witness the unseen chased round the room.

That's the story I have to tell
I trust that it shall serve you well
For a spirit in the house should not be feared
Rather its antics should be reversed
Blessed is the house with spirits and cats
For then the home is made intact.

" COL99 "
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