Fantasy sea

Fluffy cat with sweet orange fur,
Watch it pounce, watch it purr,
leave me happiness in a champagne bottle,
To drink when I see my sweet cat.

She was a runt, a babe, a gem in a litter,
Required no time, no love, no sitter,
Yet at 10 years to the day I found her so quiet,
sitting and staring but not really seeing,
And I brought her to a man who said he could heal,
Yet he could not heal what he could not heal,
and told that death claimed my sweet cat that sorrowful night.

Now she is the earth, the sky, the sea,
Where she can play and move so lovely,
To pounce on her prey made of sticky white clouds,
And lay in a bed made of thornless rose bushes.