Someone found a little kitten,
an adorable ball of fluff.
I claimed him, for my very own,
a playful pet, both sweet and rough.

I couldn’t think of a single name,
for this cat living in my room,
but Cam, the comedian, came up with
Ed The Talking Cat Of Doom.

It stuck and we quite liked it,
but we called him Ed for short.
I adored my Ed, I love him still,
he was the loveable sort.

I have a picture of Ed, a snapshot framed,
sitting on the window sill.
Hey, what can I say....
I told you I love him still.

But the Russian Mafia
stole poor Ed away...
I hope he’s happy somewhere,
making some little girl’s day.