The ghost of a little white kitten
Crying mournfully early and late,
Distracted St. Peter the Watchman
As he guarded the Heavenly gate.

"Say, what do you mean?" said his saintship,
Coming here and behaving like that?"
"I've come to see Nellie my mistress,"
Cried the little wee ghost of a cat.

"I know she's not happy without me,"
"Won't you open and let me come in?"
"Goodness no!" gasped the Heavenly watchman,
"Why, the very idea is a sin!"

"I'm to open the door just for people,"
"Not for four-legged creatures like you."
"All right," mewed the little white kitten,
"Though a cat I belong in here too."

Amazed at so bold an assertion
But aware he must make no mistake
In silence St. Peter long pondered
For his name and repute were at stake.

Thundering forth came a voice from the distance
Faintly first, then so loud all of Heaven could hear.
"St. Peter, these too I created....
....to cherish and hold very dear!"

Just then a girl angel came flying.
"That's my kitty, St. Peter!" she cried.
And seeing the joy of their meeting
Peter let the cat angel inside.

This tale is the tale of all creatures
Dwelling now with the Blessed above.
They vanquished grim death to reach Heaven,
For such is the Greatness of Love.