The End Of The Cat

Once there was a little bitty,
Persian cat named Nittigritty,
did not hunt for mice or rats
yawned when faced with flying bats,
was a nuisance and expense
Father thought it made no sense
to keep feeding such a sponger,
mother took the toilet plunger
chased the cat into the yard
grandma there was rend'ring lard.
Cat fell in the lard container,
went through the electric strainer
out the other end she came
and she did not look the same.
From that day the house was quiet
no more trouble, smell or riot,
though the kids had lost a friend
yes, it was a tragic end.

by Herbert Nehrlich

Comments (5)

I don't think this poem was about Sylvia Plath's mother, but rather Assia Weevil, who was her 'rival' in terms of her marriage to Ted Hughes. This poem was published in Ariel (I believe) around the time her marriage to Ted was dissolving due to his infediliity. The poem is so acidic and full of pain, that put in context with the time it was written, this seems the only logical and applicable explanation
This poem is indeed about her mother, she is comparing her to the moon something beautiful, but also very cold and that sometimes makes us think of death. 'The rival' is her mother who captured her fathers attention and now seems to be always in between her and her husband, always arround. She describes her as if she were cold. Always wanting to say the last word, always wanting to get everyones attention 'great light borrowers'. She is impatient, always dissaproving her daughter, always showing disatisfaction, but at the same time, taking care of her in an inocent way, not leaving her alone and writing or calling to check on her from the States to England (where Plath was living at the moment of writing this poem) . Plath she doesn't seem to like this attention, she just wants to live her life without anyone telling her how to or without her mother being always there, in between saying the last word. This is whati understand from this poem...i hope it helps you.
I've come to the conclusion that this poem is actually written about her mother. When I first read it I immediately thought, 'This about the awfulness of Ted, ' but what struck me was her line, 'Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand, Arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity..' Remembering that Sylvia's mother published an entire book of her letters home, and her daughter's suicidal tendencies were probably worsened by her mom's high expectations.
Is the poem about her husband Ted Hughes? If not, could someone shed some light on who it is about? Thankyou.
This poem struck me from the moment I read it. In fact, I liked it so much that I bought 'The Collected Works'. However, I convinced my mother to read it, and her question to me was 'Who could she have hated so much? '. Often I find myself reciting it to myself, and smile because I don't understand why.