A certain man madly cherished his cat;
She was a cute one, pretty, and delicate;
Who meowed in a very sweet tone.
He was the fool of fools.
So this man, through prayers, tears,
By enchantments and charms,
Repeated until he achieved his [desired] destiny,
He caused his cat, one gorgeous morning,
To become a woman, and the same morning,
The master made her his better half.
So! Mad from the intensity of his love,
He was as much a fool as he had been a friend.
Never did such a beautiful lady seem
So charmed and favored
As this new spouse did
To her hypochondriac husband.
He coaxes her, she flatters him,
He finds nothing cat-like about her
And pushing his error to its logical conclusion,
He believes she's a woman through and through.
Until a few mice, gnawing at the mattress,
Troubled the pleasure of the newlyweds.
Immediately the woman jumps to her feet:
She missed the adventure.
The mice came back, she assumed the position.
This time she was ready to pounce,
But since her form had changed,
The mice didn't fear her. 
It’s always like that in the beginning,
Nature will out.
It mocks anything past a certain age.
The vase still smells strongly, the linen is wrinkled.
In vain, your old habits,
You’d like to change.
Whatever we choose,
We can’t rethink it.
Neither a slap with a fork nor stirrup leathers
Make one change his ways;
And, if you all were able to change,
You’d still never be the masters.
If the door were shut in one’s face,
They’ll return by the windows.