Vlad adopted a cat,
A stray tabby cat
Who wandered one day
Into his mausoleum.

She meowed incessantly
Outside his coffin
Until Vlad woke up
And fed her some morsels.

He named her Ursula
And took her on hunts.
He even turned her
When she turned 21.

Every single morning,
She took all day to decide
If she wanted to get into
The coffin or not.

Vlad patiently waited,
Scritching her ears.
He had all the time
In the world.

That century,
Vlad didn’t get
Much sleep at all
But he got a lot of love.