I brought him home from the pet store that day  He smelled a little but I didn't care, anyway  Put him in my room, next to my bed  He didn't move at all, kindof like he was dead  (guitar)  After a week, I figured it out:  I knew that he was dead  He didn't move at all or pur or meow   (meow, meow, meow)  But I loved him all the same, anyhow  Then I looked in the box and I found  The care manual:  (spoken)  Care and feeding of your new dead cat:  1.) He doesn't need to eat  2.) He doesn't need any exercise  3.) Keep him in a cool place, preferably the freezer  My Mom found him next to the frozen Tater Tots  She got the knife out from the carving rack  She brought it down (CHOP) across his neck  When I found out, I was a nervous wreck  My mother...killed...my dead cat, my dead cat.