A beautiful and fluffy kitty sits on the window sill all tanned.
She purrs as her master takes a brush to her glorious mane.
The Persian nibbles on a nearby vibrant purslane.
In the next window sits a fresh pumpkin pie.
The kitty swats at a buzzing fly.
Her gaze is alerted to the yard's edge.
A squirrel scampers by with a gala apple wedge.
Suddenly, Ms. Vivian darts across the forest green grass in a flash.
The target runs away in a mad dash.
It hops bravely onto the slippery street.
Ms. Vivian hopes this squirrel and her could meet.
Movement to her left causes her to turn her head.
A car unapologetically hits her. She is dead.
Her master comes out and reaches for his prized kitty.
Such a pity.
A light bulb appears up above.
He picks up his kitty with his glove.
"Don't worry, Ms. Vivian. I will give you a new head.
I'll put you back together with needle and thread."
Throughout the night the doctor sews.
He takes extra care on her new nose.
He hooks her up to a metal rod
And turns on the electricity as he plays god.
He then focuses energy on the bolts,
Grinning at the bright blue volts.
The master eagerly flips off the huge switch
And impatiently waits for the tiniest twitch.
Disappointment sours his only hope.
He slowly begins to untie the rope.
He hears a soft but familiar purring,
Then notices his creation is stirring.
"It's alive! It's alive!"
He has figured out the immortal revive.
His precious kitty opens her eyes.
But she isn't the same. He cries.
"The procedure was perfect and fastidious.
What have I done. You're hideous.
Get out you mangy cat!"
He shoos her outside with a baseball bat.
Feeling unloved, Ms. Vivian wanders aimlessly out in the cold.
She listens to the harsh nature sounds with the ears of a Scottish Fold.
She is hungry and searches for scraps,
Missing her master's lap and taking warm naps.
She finds a poor animal and sinks in her teeth.
She feels a growing power that new life continues to bequeath.
She brings her prized kill to her master's door,
Hoping to restore the love from before.
The door opens and her master yells.
The dead deer has rotting skin and horrid smells.
The doctor takes his bat and lunges at his creation.
He notices there was an unforeseen mutation.
Ms. Vivian realizes that she must attack back.
Clearly, her master is displeased with her shared snack.
She bites him in the arm,
Not really wishing harm.
But she doesn't know what else to do.
Something else is what her master turns into.
He's just as ugly,
But not as snugly.
His skin rots like the deer's.
He is now a monster, he fears.
"Okay, Ms. Vivian. You can come on home."
But she leaves him and goes off to roam.
