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I heard a cat, he came to me

I heard a cat, he came to me,
in the hours of my ill grief-
he sat upon my drooping lap,
and took to meow, though it was brief.

I did not know whose he was,
or where he came from then.
I just knew he came to me,
he was Heaven sent.

Who are we to give call or just,
when a good thing falls to us from a cloud.
The cat he did come to ease my grief,
and now I am most proud.