Moses - Resident Cat & Spiritual Director - R.I.P. 22 February 2024

Whose smell this is I think I know 

That Little Chapel cat called Mo 

He stalks the rooms, he hugs the chair 

And sometimes he will foul the air 

But we don't care, it's only fair 

'cause Mo belongs with those who share. 

Ode to Moses 

Oh Moses, The day we met like blooming roses. You are fluffy, gentle, and kind. With your big paws on my lap— you impose. You know just how to heal my mind. The ruler of a hidden paradise, on a couch where he poses. Here this whole time, but it was him I could not find. His purrs like a song he composes. Amidst the chaos of my day here I unwind. How can I return the favor of repose?

Moses

Your eyes are as powerful as the sun,

Your slobber as wet as the rain, 

Your ears, mighty small but our love for you is not 

There once was a cat names Moses 

Who took time to smell the roses. 

He inhabited a chapel 

Where he learned how to grapple 

No longer the cowardly lion of Ozes 

Moses supposes his toses are roses 

But Moses supposes erroneously 

For nobody's toeses are poses of roses 

As Moses supposes his to be

You're the handsomest cat I have never met
On a campus where parking can be hard to get
I'd like to visit the library too
How can I see both the books and you?

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