Once upon a time a kitten,
Big and fluffy but called a Pitten,
Arrived at the mansion of Cathryne Rose.
And soon after was seen giving a pose-
To a crowd of media men,
Who had been ready to click away when
The young Miss Pitten stepped off her helicopter-
And father Ruble kissed adieu to his daughter.
Draped in pink satin she looked a darling,
All eager and waiting for a prince charming-
Who’d be arriving a little while later.
Giving Ruble and his master time to cater,
To the needs of the guests and the groom,
Who charged dowry and demanded 20 rooms:
For a large and many many friends-
Who’d offered him a Mercedes as a part of the new trend.
Five past twelve and here Jim was-
Attracting attention all because-
Of the new satin robe his master had provided,
Studded with emeralds & diamonds that could’ve been sighted-
From miles away because of their glitter
Sending audience helter-skelter.
Adding to the looks of this handsome young cat,
Was the faun colour of his oversized hat.
Preparations had begun months ago
Although the proceedings had been rather too slow.
Until the printing of JUST a million invitations
That was to be fulfiled by Perry Creations.
Soliciting the presence of friends and their pets
For the measly wedding of two fat cats.
At the St. Paul’s cathedral in the city of Rome-
Where the Pope himself was to conduct the proceedings
Of what was to be a hilarious wedding.
With the guests having met-
And the feast on the table being set
The musicians began to play-
A soft hum of the wedding song
Specially composed for this day.
The church’s doors were open wide-
And in stepped the diamond eyed cyde-
Among the crowd mewed a herd of cats
Honouring their friend Jim by removing their hats
Some were jealous but others pleased
Of being a part of it at least.
The church was as silent as could’ve be
But for the (loud) mewing of the cats
and the hum of the bees.
(But of course! That wouldn’t matter much
After all it was just above the 100 decibel noise level.)
Half past twelve and the church gong struck
The big cat Jim was surely in luck
For even though Pitten had come tumbling down,
She hadn’t broken her bones or torn her gown.
Angry with herself for having tried to walk
On two feet with high heeled shoes
to show-off her satin frock.
She sat down on the golden throne
Despite the frown her emerald eyes shone,
Imagine!! All decked up like a Christmas tree-
On your own wedding humouring others for free.
The pope chanted something amidst the hype
And declared Jim and Pitten husband and wife.
After the feast and bidding good bye
Pitten left with Jim a little shy-
Her mistress had ended up spending,
As much as the king did for his daughter’s wedding.
Only this was more publicised and recorded
as the most expensive pet wedding.
Rome soon would go to cats and dogs,
And find its name in the Guinness book of records
For a population of cats larger than that of man.
So tomorrow if you happen to see-
Too many cats around town,
Don’t fear! It may just be a pet wedding next doors!!