A cat you can carry

I’ve accepted my fate with a soft, quiet grace,
My cats now live in memories, heart, and my phone’s little space.
Their whiskers and mischief still linger somewhere,
In moments of laughter that float through the air.

From that sweet, wistful feeling this little idea grew,
A playful reminder of the love I once knew.
So Ann-a-cat was born from that tender affair,
A sprinkle of cat mischief you can carry anywhere.