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The chase then resumes as Kurt nears the strip

Determined he hoists a shotgun on his hip

Pulls the trigger with gusto, pulls it once more

The cat dodges gleefully: lands on his paws

 

This unlikely rivalry draws quite a crowd

Shoppers and tourists alike gather round

To see countless shots fired, to no avail

While the cat juggles handbags; spins rings on his tail

 

Stroking his whiskers, puss winks at his fans

He’s becoming an icon, well known in the land

Yet perplexing and troubling- no one quite knows

If he’s dead or alive, how this cat’s story goes

 

He’s more sneaky than Cheshire indeed that’s a fact

More chaotic than the Dr...... Seuss's Cat in the hat

He’s doing the cha-cha, painting portraits of jam

Playing hopscotch with Eliot's kitty cat clan

 

Hours do pass and Kurt's not in great shape

He's beginning to think this was all a mistake

His legs start to slow, grabs his chest with his hand

This musician's exhausted, he grumbles, “oh damn”

 

“I've never been this short of breath as a ghost”

“Cat I’m bewildered- you outplayed me the most”

“If you can’t beat them, joining them's the best way”

“So would you fine feline, please make my day?”

 

And with that the cat wastes not a moment of time

Towards Kurt Cobain he makes a beeline

Jumps onto Kurt’s shoulders, claims his new home

Two unlikely allies no longer alone

 

Cat sits protectively on shoulders and neck

Swishes his tail across Kurt Cobain’s chest

Soft vibrations of purring puss are felt

Crafting friendship; tough exteriors melt

 

Have you oh have you seen Kurt today?

He’s jamming on the sidewalk, looking your way

He’s forever content with a cat for a head

A cat, neither but both alive and dead