Now this is the life of Riley the Cat who would lay on his mat and wonder just what he could be,
if a mouse went by without blinking an eye at the cat that cared not for he.
Riley the Cat, he ate no meat, it never touched his lips;
instead he’d feast on grain, and broccoli, beans, and soup, and of course he’d eat carrots.
You see, Riley the Cat was born this way, to be a carnivore,
but for morality’s sake he turned his head and swore and swore and swore:
“I can change, I surely can, whatever it might take,
for there could be no pain on earth that wasn’t worth a mouse’s sake.”
Riley the Cat as he lay, battled internally, for meat was good, oh so good, but could never, ever be.