Crockett In Memorium

There once was a cat named Crockett
Who ran around like a rocket.
His tongue, it is said
Was Raspberry red
And nokitty ever dared knock it.

The gist of the boy was not red.
He was orange from tail to his head.
And his tongue, it would seem
Was a big deal to him,
And we have to admit we sure likedit!

Fare thee well Crockett.  We will all miss you so much.  But we know that there are many of your orange brothers who are showing you the peace and joy beyond the Bridge.  Our own Orange Mancat Skeeter received a message from us that you were coming and we understand that he was merely one in a long line of orange Brothers waiting  to guide you to a new existence.

We know it was too soon, but love is quality, not quantity.  Our purrs to The Ones You Left Behind...