One Week of Rat Pain

I had not planned to write today. Grading numerous essays have a way of making u stoopid. I meen, u no things r rong but they start looking write.

I couldn't, in good conscience, ignore the one week anniversary of Nic's death. Besides the moment of silence I observed this morning (okay, just a sec or two between slamming sentences in my students' essays), I have done very little to memorialize my poor baby rat. Being stoopid at the moment, I shall contribute a piece that my husband forwarded to me.

I thought that this little gem from Jim Morrison may fulfill your requirements. It’s recorded on the Absolutely Live album as part of “Break on Through #2.” I believe it’s on side 3.
I don’t have the text, so this is from memory. Jim fans, please excuse any errors.
--CP (aka rat-hater)

Dead cats, dead rats, did you see what they were at? Alright.
Dead cat in a top hat, sucking on a young man’s blood
Wishin’ he could come .Yeah.
Sucking on a soldier’s brain, wishing it’d be the same.
Thinks he can kill and slaughter. Thinks he can shoot my daughter
Dead cat, dead rat did you see what they were a
Fat cat in a top hat thinks he’s an aristocrat
Dead cats, dead rats, think you’re an aristocrat? Crap! That’s crap!
---The Doors