The elixir, a holy substance so perfect
A holy substance to kill for
Sat within the fortress, the source of conflict
For such a liquid, she believed it was worth going to war
She climbed up the hill
Fought back her foe
Displaying such skill
Clearly she was a pro
She stood at the gate
Ready to risk it all
With destiny, she had a date
And prepared for a bloody brawl
Yet, in her search for water, the cat found herself in a situation she knew she had been in before
This funny, fat little orange feline was stuck in her neighbor's cat door...