You came upon an autumn eve,

We knew that you would never leave.

Except to frolic across the yards,

And defend your own, cool and hard.

You made your post, the kitchen window,

And scoped the bunnies across the meadow.

Always turned out; smart and formal,

Our Tuxedo Cat adorned our table.

You trick or treated to every door,

No family could ever ask for more.

Now winter's hand is cold upon you,

No miracle of man, could you respond to.

So we can say, without remorse or regret,

Tis' you, our Stimpy, we shall never forget!

-G.D. Coggeshall