Little Cat, Little Cat, the daughter of a miner,
Living all her wretched life as a coal refiner,
Stepped outside into the light, but what she saw was brighter...
The flashes of a hundred bulbs,
her whole life's promises resolved,
The potential of the young in frame,
/u/thecackster 's life won't be in vain,
The hope that all one cat could need,
in /u/thecackster 's eye receieved,
the years of hardship washed away, the /u/cackster 's lips moved to say...
This beautiful cat.
Was following me.
This beautiful cat.
Was following me.
Under the coal trains.....

borpsauce