Jo Anne asks you to picture this strange twist,
Imagine John Wick, with cats, in a playful tryst.
No more bullets, just catnip dreams,
Hmmm...Feline assassins, so it seems.
His gun replaced with a laser pointer,
In a world of feline exploits and counter.
Chasing tails, not chasing foes,
Kittens in his midst, wherever he goes.
He's the purring hitman, slick and sly,
Stray cats by his side, under the moonlit sky.
Instead of a dog, a cat on his lap,
In this alternate world, a peculiar mishap.
John Wick, the cat-loving ace,
In a realm where cats rule the chase.
No more headshots, just cat cuddles galore,
A different John Wick, that's for sure!