R.I.P. Prince

My inspiration for "The Cat" has sadly passed away! Prince, the terror of all things furry in the neighborhood, finally met his match on Monday night. There was a cat-fight on our front lawn, but normally that indicates that some moggy has somehow strayed onto Prince's patch and is getting a bit of  a pummeling before making its escape. Yelling at them sometimes arrests Prince's attention for a moment, allowing the other cat to flee. Sadly there appears to be a new top cat in the district and I found Prince lying on a patch of scratched up lawn surrounded by clumps of fur (not his), having passed on to where cats go. "They who live by the claw, die by the claw!" Rest in Peace, Prince!