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Luv My Kitty (Mark Wendell Ireland) For all kids, the world over –
no matter how young or “old” they
may be! I luv my kitty, he's so fuzzy. I luv my kitty, yes I doesy. I luv my kitty, he's so cute. I luv my kitty, the questions moot! He jumps into my lap to lick me. I pick him up, he gets a kissy! I SQUEEZE my kitty, he's so fuzzy! I pick up kitty for to nuzzy. Kitty's small and soft and cuddly; fuzzy, furry, fun, and fussy! He's got a small pink button nose, and itsy bitsy kitty toes! He's so cute, I luv him so!
I'd like to think i owned the cat,
that condescends to share my flat,
I give
him all of my rationed food, and cater to his every mood,
I'd like to think
he'd go to seed, if i weren't there to meet his every need,
And
yet the fact is plain to see,
That doggone cat, owns me!sent in by
Vanessa Rogerson
Our beloved cat, Louise died a few days ago. I wrote this to her:
We called her "Louisee".
She talked all the time and
was quite human.
Joyce Mariani, Cleveland,
Ohio
"LOUISEE"
Louise, a free spirit, cat one moment, human next,
Confounding us all with
her inherent, strange, bent,
For conversation she kept as we stuttered for an answer
Trying to find the right words
to her constant, ever, chatter.
Quiet,
tiny licking sounds heralded a passion for cream,
She circled the fridge, imagining a bucket full, as if in a dream;
An
empty bottom hole for a stomach, Louisee had,
And stymied us all, by the amounts she ate, ...egad!
Chameleon like
for sure, she was a persona,
Interacting like a human when smelling an aroma,
Amazing us all with her great, and vast
wisdom,
As she took it all in stride, the Queen of her kingdom.
As your sleek, black visage made it's tour of our
feet,
Winding ever so gently, never missing a beat;
And a calm would come over us as we looked down to see,
A sweet,
upturned face, saying, "Can you see me?"
Every now and then, she'd shop for a gift,
That she triumphantly dropped
off, thinking it gave Mom
and Dad a lift;
The little limp creature that she left on the porch,
Was her way of loving,
which was bright as a torch.
Down comforter luxury was one of her perks,
Much sweeter it was, than being on the
lurk;
Warm, safe and snuggly in heaven she was,
Surrounded by loved ones caressing her fuzz.
Watching her serene,
green eyes, on her smiling face,
She switched her tail quietly with such unerring grace;
What was she thinking, this
princess so silent,
Grateful to her family that was so compliant.
She doled out her affections, at times, sparingly
But
came when you called, quickly, and daringly,
Her demeanor resembled a well trained dog,
But Louise knew much better
as she slumbered along.
She welcomed one home with her loud "meows"
Which quickened one's heart and made us think
"wow"
Our workaday worries melted away in a flash,
With the sight of her face as through the door she dashed.
At
times her mouth curled with a sly, upturned smile,
And her green eyes spoke as she looked around awhile
Surveying the
world like a God on high,
With wisdom abundant while purring a sigh.
Though free as a spirit, she was bound to those
she loved,
Giving us comfort, like a hand in a glove;
Sweet, dear, Louisee you'll be in all our hearts forever,
A
shining beacon burning, remembering your every endeavor.
We miss you dear Louisee, more than you ever will know,
Your
gentle ways, humor and love that you sowed,
Companion, comedian, friend, and wise teacher,
Your soul is always with
us, you adorable creature.
Silent as you were, you were loud in our hearts,
Sweet, little Louisee, brave-hearty
and stout;
Winning over those who didn't warm to cats,
Louise, the cat-human, but really, more than that.
by:
Joyce Mariani, Cleveland, Ohio
A kitten's prayer
Now i lay me down to sleep
The king-size bed is soft and deep
I sleep right in the center groove
My human can't hardly move.
I've trapped her legs, she's tucked in
tight
And here is where i pass the night
No one disturbs me or dares intrude
Till morning comes and i want food.
I sneak up slowly and begin
To nibble on my human's chin.
She wakes up quickly,
I have sharp teeth.
For the morning is here and it's time
to
play
I always seem to get my way.
So thank you lord for giving me
This human person that i can see.
The one who hugs me and holds me tight
And sacrifices her bed for me at night!!
THE TORTOISESHELL CAT
The tortoiseshell cat
She sits on the mat,
As gay as a sunflower she;
In orange and black you see her blink,
And her waistcoat's white and her nose
is pink,
And her eyes are green of sea.
But all is vanity, all the way;
Twilight coming and close of day,
And every cat in the twilight's gray,
Every possible cat.
The tortoiseshell cat,
She is smooth and fat,
And we call her josephine,
Because she weareth upon her back,
This coat of colours, this raven black,
This red of the tangerine;
But all is vanity, all the way;
Twilight follows the bright day,
And every cat in the twilight's gray.
Every possible cat.
PUNCH
MILK FOR THE CAT
When the tea is brought at five o'clock,
And all the neat curtains are drawn with
care,
The little black cat with bright green
eyes
Is suddenly purring there.
At first she pretends, having nothing
to do,
She has come in merely to blink by the
grate,
But though tea may be late or milk may
be sour,
She is never late.
And presently her agate eyes
Take a soft large milky haze,
And her independent casual glance
Becomes a stiff, hard gaze.
Then she stamps her claws or lifts her
ears
Or twists her tail and begins to stir,
Till suddenly all her little body becomes
One breathing, trembling purr.
The children eat and wriggle and laugh;
The two old ladies stroke their silk;
But the cat is grown small and thin with
desire,
Transformed to a creeping lust for milk.
The white saucer like some full moon
descends
At last from the cloud of the table above;
She sighs and dreams and thrills and
glows;
Transfigured with love.
She nestles over the shining rim,
Buries her chin in the creamy sea;
Her tail hangs loose; each drowsy paw
Is doubled under each bending knee.
A long dim ecstasy holds her life;
Her world is an infinite shapeless white,
Till her tongue has curled the last holy
drop;
Then she sinks back into the night,
Draws and dips her body to heap
Her sleepy nerves in the great arm-chair,
Lies defeated and buried deep
Three or four hours unconscious there.
Harold munro (1879-1932)
THE NAMING OF KITTENS
Our old cat has kittens three-
What do you think their names should
be?
One is tabby with emerald eyes,
And tail that's long slender,
And into a temper she quickly flies
If you ever by chance offend her.
I think we shall call her this-
I think we shall call her that-
Now, don't you think that pepperpot
Is a nice name for a cat?
One is black with a frill of white,
And her feet are all white fur,
If you stroke her she carries her
tail upright
And quickly begins to purr.
I think we shall call her this-
I think we shall call her that-
Now don't you think that sootikin
Is a nice name for a cat?
One is tortoiseshell yellow and black,
With plenty of white about him;
If you tease him, at once he sets up
his back,
He's a quarrelsome one, ne'er doubt him.
I think we shall call him this-
I think we shall call him that-
Now, don't you think that scratchaway
Is a nice name for a cat ?
Thomas hood (1799-1845)
THE CAT AND THE MOON
The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black minnaloushe stared as the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, minnaloushe, do you dance
?
When two close kindred meet,
What better than call a dance ?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moomlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range ?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS (1865-1939)
THREE TABBIES
Three tabbies took out their cats to
tea,
As well-behaved tabbies as well could
be:
Each sat in the chair that each preferred,
They mewed for their milk, and they sipped
and purred.
Now tell me this (as these cats you've
seen them)
How many lives had these cats between
them ?
KATE GREENAWAY (1846-1901)
THE CAT OF THE HOUSE
Over the hearth my `minishing eyes I
muse
Until after
The last coal dies.
Every tunnel of the mouse,
Every channel of the cricket,
I have smelt.
I have felt
The secret shifting of the mouldered
rafter,
And heard
Ever bird in the thicket.
I see
you
Nightingale up in your tree!
I, born of a race of strange things,
Of deserts, great temples, great kings,
In the hot sands where the nightingale
never sings!
FORD MADOX FORD (1873-1939)
THE OWL AND THE PUSSY CAT
The owl and the pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey,and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
`O lovely pussy ! O pussy, my love,
What a beautiful pussy you are,
you are,
you are!
What a beautiful pussy you are !`
Pussy said to owl, you elegant fowl !
How charmingly sweet you sing !
O let us be married ! too long we have
tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring ?
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in the wood a piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
Dear pig, are you willing to sell for
one shilling your ring ?
Said the piggy, I will.
So they took it away and were married
next day
By the turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mice, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the
sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
EDWARD LEAR(1812-1888)
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