In times long ago -

thirty years or so past -

(she tries not to think

of such timescapes these days)

a little girl wanted

oh! everything feline,

so she founded a land

where the catpeople played.



Well, somewhere in Russia

seemed purrfectly fair

The place looked ginormous

and surely as such

That the birthing of kingdoms

full of kittens and wonders

was very quite possibly

not asking too much.



For people seemed often

so dull and demanding

So bossy and noisy

with purposes blurry;

but cats - ah, now, They

were something Quite Magic

So the little girl made

all her subjects more furry.



Her queen was a lady

blondehaired and longwhiskered

with velveteen eyelash

and white fluffy tail;

Shegato by name -

She didn't know meaning,

yet Italian for 'cat'

'gato' means all the same.



And a queen needs a king,

so in sable and greeneyes,

the furlord called Takary

(she didn't know why)

walked along with two brothers,

named Tomas and Tamor,

and with valour resplendent

clawguarded her side.



But her favourite kitties

who danced in the shadows

were the streetwise and earcut

Without pedigree;

Alley Francis their leader,

torn tortie and terror,

with wicked smile wanton

and always wildfree.



And the grey Tabbi-El

with her attitude hissing

(just like the realCats

the girl had at home)

sang her songs on the rooftops -

howlmusic by moonlight -

Of her general greatness

and to leave her Alone.



Still sometimes the streetsnarl

gave way to the manor,

where the beautiful Lily

in softpaws and blue

Held court superregal

Soft purred by the fireplace

And there was no catfeat

that she couldn't do.



And the forested landscape

stood mountainous, cat-charged -

The horizon was purple

with never an end,

Moss-kissed but quite perilous

so she needed a hero -

His name was Diego.

His job was Defend.



So into these furworlds

the little girl ventured,

not taking a step

from her usual home

Her family wandered

around and around her

and they never suspected

she wasn't alone.



(...but her kittenfolk sang

as she catcarved her throne...)



"I'm Tabbi-El

And I'm here to stay

And if you don't want to listen

You can go away.

I'm Tabbi-El

Here in Catland

Get out of my lane

Go play in the sand."





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"Imagination is the eye of the soul." - Joseph Joubert





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