There was no story of more woe than ours
A cat and a goldfish
Two worlds apart.

The fish danced in her bowl
A twirl so acrobatic
A taunting game. Oh, she was so classic

The cat swiped left, he swiped right
But no one but he could envision

penetrating that glass with his all might
A cat so stubborn he could do this all night

And he did, he just couldn't let it be
For that fish would be dinner, they'd all see
As his servant picked him up to go to bed
He hissed under his breath, "tomorrow you'll be dead."

But when morning came he was out of luck
The fish was gone, and in his place a duck!
"What is this!" he cries.
His owner came running to see
A small tear running down his cheek.

"She was gone this morning to a better place," he explained.
The cat imagined a nice big plate, it wouldn't be plain
He daydreamed of a steaming pot filled with fish
It would be better than his regular old cat dish.

That dream he dreamt felt so real

it would one day be his greatest meal.

But a day like that never came,

And in his old age he would complain.

In heaven he thought, “Wow, this is shit,”

For he had just bit the dust; man… it was the pits.

He had learnt very fast his fish was not here

For that fish was still living next door at his peers’.

He was mad at Kevin for he never said a word,

He growled under his breath, “I’ll kill that bird.”

Kitty Snapp

As a person who loves the arts, she especially loves the art of writing horror. Being able to make people jump with just the written word is the sign of a truly great writer. That's what she aspire to be.