The ghost of a little white kitten,
crying mournfully early and late
Distracted Saint Peter, the watchman,
as he guarded the Heavenly gate.
"Say, what do you mean,"
said his saintship,
"Coming here and behaving like that?"
"I want to see Nellie, my missus,"
Sobbed the wee little ghost of a cat.
"I know she's not happy without me;
won't you open and let me go in?"
"Begone!" gasped the horrified watchman;
"Why, the very idea is a sin!
I open the gates to good angels,
not to stray little beggars like you."
"All right," mewed the little white kitten,
"Though a cat, I'm a good angel, too."
Amazed at so bold an assertion,
but aware he must make no mistake,
In silence, Saint Peter long pondered,
For his name and repute were at stake.
Then, placing the cat to his bosom,
With a "Quick now, and say all your prayers,"
He opened the Heavenly portals,
and ascended the bright golden stairs.
A little girl angel came flying;
"That's my kitty, Saint Peter!" she cried.
And, seeing the joy of their meeting,
Peter let the cat angel abide.
This tale is the tale of a kitten,
Dwelling now with the blessed above;
It vanquished grim Death and high Heaven,
for the name of the kitten was Love.

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