Heathen cat, Atop my Mac. You’re feral And losing teeth. A fever from your scratch, A heap of furry black. Flicks his tail and tongue to greet me. Meet me In the chatroom. A real cat-fish I presume, The squawk box amuses me. Yellow eyes and painted ears, He types away at all his fears. I fell in love with a stranger; A true online catfish he’d been For years.