My Cat Died

My kitty cat died yesterday.

My cat ceases to exist.

My mother used to place a star-o David bandanna

around his neck for Hanukkah,

so he was a Jew-cat as far as I was concerned.

I say to my Jewish father,

“Maybe we should say the Mourner’s Kaddish”

and Jew-dad responds “more like the Mourner’s Cat-ish hardy har har.”

And I see the humor in all of space and philosophy.

Momma says to little Sis, “he’s in Pet Heaven now, dear”

“He’s in Pet Heaven now”

“He’s in Pet Heaven now”

And I picture my cat sitting upright at a cat jazz club

smoking a cat nip joint

and there’s a tabby cat on sax,

and my cat winks at a Lady Siamese cat,

then down at me.

Brenna Gradus

Originally appeared in the 2011-2012 edition of Outside In.