For white Kiku-san and our Founder Maltese
Are Purrington’s glory, so hasten back—please!
“Delay not, though tempted with cushions of silk;
The world’s cream is rich, but we give you love’s milk,
And better plain fare, when it’s seasoned with love,
Than banquets of kings, whom a cat’s look may prove.
Then speed ye in going, but speed ye more fast
When your whiskers are pointed due homeward at last;
Defeated, triumphant, we’ll hail your return;
With love for you, dear cats, our feline hearts burn.”