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Disposable Wisdom

Each day Annie Lesley opened a can
Her eighty-six-year-old hands trembling
As she sat with her cat and ate pet food
What is wrong with this elder’s rendering?

Pride swallowed to remain independent
Large, sunken eyes peered from her weathered face
Her late spouse a decorated hero
Annie’s lifestyle a national disgrace

More enlightened cultures all over the world
Have revered their seniors throughout history
Asians and Native Americans
Are just two who honor their ancestry

Polynesians, other Pacific tribes
Respect the wisdom that comes with age
Seniors are welcome in family homes
But here in the states they’re placed in a cage

Bone-thin Annie Lesley chose to be free
Amazing neighbors with her endurance
When social services tried to intervene
She fought with remarkable resilience

Old photos on walls told many great tales
But only purring Tibby was listening
Each morning she rose to care for her cat
Until the day that Tibby went missing

In tears she claimed he must have been poisoned
Though in cat years he was older than she
Each day she sat by the window, staring
Awaiting the homecoming of Tibby

She’d been abandoned by society
Lost in the world’s most “progressive” nation
For sacrificing her spouse in World War II	
Annie received little compensation

This widowed war bride never had children
Her mate had met his fate in Normandy
Posthumous awards she dusted each day
Annie’s life was defined by loyalty

To a man and a cat who never came home
And the vigil she kept all alone
Ended quietly one warm summer night
When an angel came to take Annie home

With a can of cat food in hand when found
Annie had nothing else to eat in her house
This is the way a veteran’s wife died
And tear stains had blemished her faded blouse

Although seniors’ wisdom is heeded
In societies that grow from history
Too many like Annie lead lonely lives
Wisdom untapped, they die in poverty

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire

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Kitten In The Barn

It’s always a good practice when living on a farm, To have a family of cats living in the barn They always keep the rats and mice at bay and furnish humor too – Wherever you find kittens there’s usually a laugh or two. Now, I remember one time, I was out there milking cows, When I noticed three young kittens, out and on the prowl. One, a fine young tomcat, was really acting brave And I wondered if he faced some fear just how he would behave. Skillfully I squeezed and threw some milk across his face – He winced a bit, then licked his lips – he knew he’d found the place. We played around awhile and soon the playing stalled When he stopped and took a minute to answer nature’s call. He didn’t know it but he backed himself up to a fresh cow pad He grunted; then had the best little poop a kitten ever had. He turned around to cover it; then began the fun. He knew what he saw lying there was more than he had done. He arched his back, let out a scream and broke into a run. I thought, at first, it might have been something I had done. But soon it was no mystery what scared that little cat. There was the giant pile of poop I couldn’t help laughing at. This kitten was the alpha kitten of the litter Who ultimately proved to me that he was no quitter. So, when the time came to find him a name… Well ….. I just called him……”Fraidy” Written By John Posey 05/29/13

Copyright © John Posey

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A Cat With A Knack

I have a cat 
A real fat cat
My cat is all black 
My black fat cat 
It is a cat with a knack
A true fact about my cat
My fat black cat 
She has a knack to catch a rat
My all black cat brought me the rat 
This is why my cat is a fat black cat
So rats watch your back 
From  my cat with the knack
Or you will become a snack for my fat black cat

Copyright © colleen laforme

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Mrs Briggs' cat

Mrs Briggs' cat. There's plenty to do in our neighborhood, with games and places to explore. But you really should run, 'cause the trouble's begun, when you hear that "meow" at your door. A cute little tabby cat sits on the step, all fluffy and gentle as can be. Just try not to be dim, as you pet it, on a whim, It'll eat you alive for its tea! "Tiddles" belongs to old Mrs Briggs, who lives up the end of my street. She thinks it's a breeze, but there're no guarantees, that this pussy will ever be sweet. Our local vicar thinks the damn thing's possessed, and I'd say that he's right on the nail. Surprised I would be, If I wasn't to see, Satan's head poking out of its tail! So if you see that tabby cat coming your way, I beg you, don't stand there and wait, Don't stroke it, don't pet it, look, sunshine, FORGET IT, Or that moggy will seal your fate!

Copyright © Rick Eichelberg

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Dead Duck

A lady took her duck to the Vet!
He examined the duck, then he said,
"I'm sorry Miss, to inform you,
but I'm afraid, your pet duck is dead!"

"I find it hard, to believe you!
Is there no more tests, you can do?"
He opened the door, then he told her,
"I'll be back in a minute or two."

He came back with a Black Lab Retriever,
and a cat, that was part black and white.
They both sniffed the Duck, from head to foot,
then the Vet says, "they proved I was right!"

He then, gave the lady his bill!
One hundred and fifty, it read!
She replied, "you're charging me that much,
just to tell me, my pet duck is dead?"

"If you believed me, from the beginning,
your bill, would be just twenty bucks!
But, with the Lab report, and the Cat Scan,
I'm afraid, you're just out of luck!"

Copyright © RALPH TAYLOR

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A Tribute to Golda

A Tribute to Golda

It was a clear and bright sun shining morning in May.
As I came out my front door into the breezeway,
I saw coming toward me an enormous gray dog with eyes of pure gold,
The most exquisitely beautiful canine one could ever behold,
With a calm gentle presence and peaceful demeanor;
The look in his brilliant gold eyes assured I had nothing to fear.

It was love at first sight and I hoped he would stay.
Never mind the impediments; I’d find a way.
My toddler son climbed on him like they’d grown up together,
As I seriously pondered the prospect of whether…
Absolutely not, said my husband, a cat man, 
And nixed the idea before it began.

Weeks later, a litter box and cat food mysteriously appeared
On the sidewalk, out of nowhere; we thought it quite weird.
With the next morning’s sunrise, we figured it out.
The same coat of gray and gold eyes left no doubt;
The same being who before as a dog had been spurned,
In a more acceptable form and presence had now returned.

Bounding out of the bushes with a commanding meow,
A little gray, gold-eyed kitten my husband had to allow.
In her life as a cat and formerly a dog,
She was my brave and wise Golda who would go on to log
More than one rescue of our subsequent pets.
In defending attack, this courageous gray, gold-eyed feline was as fierce as it gets.

Note: Golda saved the life of my Chow-Chow puppy when she was attacked by a big dog that
came at her from across the street. Golda came out of nowhere with claws out, sending the
dog scurrying with his tail between his legs. Another time she rescued our little Siamese
youngster, Meowli, from the neighbors' dogs by jumping on their head while Meowli ran for
cover. Golda stayed with me for 12 years, longer than the husband cited in the poem, and
then when her time and her work was done, she just disappeared pretty much as she had
appeared. She was a beautiful, long haired all gray Persian with brilliant gold eyes. When not
rescuing other animals, she had the same calm, gentle and peaceful demeanor as the dog who
showed up that morning and left when he knew he was not welcome to stay.

7th place winner in ~Somewhere A Pet Is Waiting Contest~ sponsored by ~A Rambling Poet~

Copyright © Linda Witt-King

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Buster, Miss Kitty and Tom

Miss Kitty Katt was famous in the small hometown of mine And Buster was the town dog -- never knew a boundary line. Miss Kitty knew no limits except those she had drawn Which included one she’d posted -- “All dogs stay off this lawn.” She made it known some time ago and everybody knew That no dog ever was allowed – they knew what would ensue. Buster and Tom were hangin’ out. There ain’t no doubt up to no good. Just out there strollin’ in the hood – Looked up and there Miss Kitty stood. Now Tom, he knew Miss Kitty -- and Buster was his friend. And he recognized the trouble they both would soon be in. Miss Kitty started hissing the way that mad cats do She had been here many times before and knew just what to do. She just made straight for Tom with fire in her eyes Anyone who saw her knew her hate was not disguised. Miss Kitty’s scream was piercing -- her intent, there was no doubt, They were walking in her yard and she meant to drive them out. Ol’ Tom he realized just what there was in store Since he had also been here many times before. It sure should draw some water that he was of her kind But all ol’ Tom could think about was savin’ his behind. Salvation soon trumped honor and Valor? --- Nowhere to be found. Tom quickly realized he had no choice – he knelt down to the ground Miss Kitty in her hissy fit soared right o’er ol’ Tom’s back. And Buster stood there helpless to handle the attack. What happened wasn’t pretty and Buster had no doubt This crazy maddened mama cat was there to take him out. Nothing could be said or done to change what was to be When Buster, with a side step knocked Miss Kitty to her knees. I suppose we’ll always wonder just what went on that day When Buster and the Tom Katt just went out to play The Morning News has brought up questions about this strange event Like how Buster got his broken leg and where Miss Kitty went.

Copyright © John Posey

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The Gladiator

Blood mixed with dirt was still moist on the ground.
Traces of battle were scattered around.
The man entered slowly, a snare on his face.
Trying to hide his contempt and disgrace.

Announced by the cheers of the people above.
Among all the fighters they showed him most love.
Never defeated, no matter the foe.
With him they all knew they would soon see a show.

The man was all muscle, and seven feet tall.
Compared to his size, all the guards appeared small.
His skin was tanned golden, his eyes piercing green.
His hair long and braided and dark with a sheen.

His helmet of metal was fitted just so.
His sword and his shield had a rich, shiny glow.
A belt made of leather protected his waist.
His greaves, thick and sturdy and perfectly laced.

Suddenly silent, the crowd had grown still.
Awaiting arrival, expecting a thrill.
And then there was thunder, the roar of the beast.
Declaring his entrance, predicting a feast.

The man and the lion began in their game.
Predator, prey, they both looked the same.
They circled and circled and then in a blink.
The cat had attacked, so anxious to drink.

They struggled together, locked in a war.
The crowd cheered them on, hoping for gore.
And then he was bitten, the wound on his leg.
But he would not fumble and he would not beg.

He reached for his weapon so close where it lay.
He would not accept this would be his last day.
And just as the creature had pounced in the air.
He killed the great cat with his sword and a prayer.

The fighter stood up with his blood dripping down.
The steel of his helmet concealing his frown.
The great gladiator continued to reign.
Another he killed, one more smile he must feign.

Copyright © Samia Ali Arroyo

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The Bombay Grocery-NC-w

The Bombay Grocery (Indian)- North Carolina

Shyam*, finds cat food at special rate near the door.
Goes to check out to manager of the grocery store
Doubting manager asks to bring cat if he has one
Shyam returns with his small cat to buy food anon.

Next day Shyam comes with a bag in his hand
And ask the manager to put his hand to the end
Manager puts his hand and shouts “Poo,Doodie pure”
Shyam says, “ yes, sir, I want the toilet paper sure” 


Fourth Place winner IN

Contest: Grocery Grammer by Linda-Marie, the sweetheart

* Shyam is an Indian name. Shyam also means Black-cloud colour. It is one of the name of 
Lord Krishna. It happens to be the name of one of my grandson living in Charlotte (NC)

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta

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Never Dream Within a Dream

-honestly...I have no clue why...- As I began to rest in my fickle dream Suddenly I was stirred from my sleep I was greeted by many a whisker And petulant snores from my sister The cat mewed ferociously and purred For there on the other side of the window—was a bird! It chirped like a wobbly siren—the ass! And I swear by my bosom it was pecking the glass Suddenly, I sprang up in alarm I swear my bosom was gone! The cat then motioned at the feathered brat For her bright breasts seemed extra fat Of course it wouldn’t have been that But I couldn’t just blame the cat! I opened the window only a crack And asked very kindly, “May I have my breasts back?” Such pride she attained from my bosom Yet why? –how would she use ‘em!? The mockingbird merely turned a goodbye But the stolen twins were too heavy to fly! She plopped to the ground and squawked I would have laughed, but I was shocked! The cat scratched at the window and with her eyes Said, “Prithee, take your breasts—she’s mine!” Before I could think I had fallen to the ground To a booming, most terrible sound! My eyes then opened to a cat on my head As the booming sound continued from my sister’s bed

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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Of Rats and Mice

I am in my house,
With a panicked mouse.
Coming back from the fridge
Going through the sand-ridge
Into its hole in a jiffy
Then squeaking out - Yippee !

Then come two rats
With a hard pat on the back
Running along with its mate
Making things obfuscate
Around the bagful of nickels
Crossing the jar full of pickles

The rat and its mate came back trotting
With a block of cheese that was rotting
After some time in a line
Came a parade f rats and mice
With and hats and lice.

Everyone was mournful
But a mouse eating a mouthful
Who was happy and glad
Was making everyone sad.

He ate with nosh
Wearing a hat that was posh
After hogging and stuffing
He got up puffing,
Ready for his quest
Sqeaking good bye to the rest,
He leaped across a runnel
And ran into a thicket
Never to be spotted again.

Copyright © Madhavi Mohalik

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I s'pose some folks prefer a hound dog lyin' at their feet,
While others might enjoy a twitterin' parakeet.
But be it a mogul's mansion or a humble flat,
A house just ain't a home without an inscrutable cat!

Thankfully, my cat doesn't bark or scourge my pristine lawn,
Nor does he wake me for outside relief at the crack of dawn.
Furthermore, my dear old pal I seldom have to holler at.
A house just ain't a home without an inscrutable cat!

My cat is content to have me stroke and brush his hair,
And happier yet if he can occupy my favorite chair.
As master of his domain, why should he ever want to roam?
Without an inscrutable cat, a house just ain't a home!

While he reposes upon my lap and I stroke his silky fur,
Ain't nothin' more relaxin' than to hear his soothin' purr.
He won't condone a walk, I'll certainly grant you that,
Yet, a house just ain't a home without an inscrutable cat!

His independent airs and a few stray hairs I can tolerate;
Even my chair by the glowin' fire to him I will abnegate.
I reckon you can enjoy a snake, pot-bellied pig or hybrid rat,
But a house just ain't a home, without an inscrutable cat!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 1 in Poet Destroyer's "My Best Pet Or Animal Poem" Contest - Jun 2011

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw

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Oft' I wonder what my cat Simba thinks behind that baleful stare.
Is he planning roguery or just building castles in the air?
Perhaps he's reviewing strategies for catching a bird to devour.
Here's what I sense goes on behind his condescending glower!

I 'puuur'ceive he's thinking, "Hey, remove yourself from my chair!
Who said you could sit there - that's my favorite lair!
Will you at least make room on your very ample lap,
So I can curl up and take my usual afternoon nap?"

Many times he glares at me and emits a plaintive 'meow'.
I'm sure he's thinking, "Hey, pal, ain't it time for chow?"
He stalks about the house as if it was his sole domain,
Thinking, "I guess I'll benevolently allow you to remain!"

With soulful eyes he invites me to scratch behind his ears.
If I try to comb his coat, "Oh no you don't!" and he disappears!
Sprawling upon the window sill he gazes across the street,
Eyeing the Persian cat, thinking, "Meeee-Wow! Her I'd like to meet!"

When he begins to purr and 'puuur'sistently rubs against my feet,
He's probably thinking, "Hey, old buddy, how about a treat?"
My cat thinks, "He's not a bad sort, him I can tolerate.
He provides my grub - furthermore, with him I can communicate!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 1 in Francine Roberts' "Pick A Pet" Contest - July 2011

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw

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“Can you smell something burning,” Dad frowned and I said “Yeah.”
It had the smell of cooking meat, as well as burning hair,
Dad stopped the truck, lifted the bonnet… “Blimey look at that!”
Something was mangled by the fan, looking like Mum’s cat.

“Strike me pink” Dad shook his head, “Mum’s cat’s been on the motor.
It’s been killed by the fan”; and we knew that Mum did dote her.
Dad looked at me with steely eyes, “Get the spade and dig a hole,
I’ll tell you now and only once… don’t tell a living soul”…

… I was halfway through my tea, staying quieter than a mouse.
Mum asked “Has anyone seen Tiddles? She’s not around the house.”
All Mum got was puzzled looks, and the shaking of each head…
Dad glared to remind me, ‘don’t tell a soul the cat is dead.’

Mum loved her cat so much; she’d have Tiddles on her lap
out on the porch at evening time. Contented she would nap.
I hated seeing Mum distressed, but Dad just acted bored,
when Mum said, “I’ll write a note, with an offer of reward.”

‘Ten pounds for her return’; I thought that Mum would smell a rat,
when Dad said “Make it twenty, if you really love your cat.”
The Ad’s printed in the paper, in the column ‘lost and found.’
Dad said to me “I’m feeling guilty now, with Tiddles underground.”

Dad let me drive the tractor while he spread the ragwort spray,
and then blackberries copped a dose before they shoot away,
he emptied out the tank and we went home to wash the gear.
The Evans’ car’s parked in our drive… “What are they doing here?”

Laughter’s in the kitchen; a joyous Mother’s voice did say
“Young Misty here found Tiddles; she was hiding in their hay,
no wonder she would not come home.” I watched Dad’s eyes and jaw.
… Twenty quid, the cat is back… a box of kittens on the floor.

Copyright © Lindsay Laurie

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Remembering Callie - Queen of Her World

My Calico was chocolate-caramel swirled, and the inside of our house was all her world! Her whole concern was just in getting stroked or fed. She'd summon me each morning, jumping on my bed and reaching out with one white paw, she'd tap my head! (This is around the time several years ago that Callie had to be put to sleep due to cancer. She lived 18 wonderful years with us!) For Rick Parise's Five-Line Poem Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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"Guardian Spirit"

 John moses freeman~True Personal Story

To a cold dark room void of any heat, 
A cat came in the night to warm the feet,
Of a ten year old child__ wild, but heart so meek,
Enhanced child’s slumber to be warm and less bleak.

Cold freezing rain, a meow at a window pane.
A pillow stuffed in a broken window pane,
Removed to let feline in, out of the rain.
Seem to relieve them both of their world's pain.

The lonely child would stroke and the cat would purr,
Old stray had the softest, sweet smelling fur.
Down under the covers to the child's feet,
Would wrapped around to be a pulsating heat.

Now the adult who was the lonely child,
All grown up meekly and not the least bit wild,
Wonders about the cat in the winter squalls,
A cat never he saw, not even it's paws.

Bobbed tail Manx cat the old man now with pranks,
Mysterious connection old man thinks.
How beautiful are the feet so warm and complete.
Mystery__ his Manx cat also prefers his feet.

Spirit or otherwise old man doth realize,
Cat of his childhood was not a big guise.
Feet all warmed and complete, not in conceit,
To him not a mystery, God warmed his feet.

For: Cat Poems
            In Honor of:~Constance~ Rambling Poet

Copyright © john freeman

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death of a cat

the season I turned eleven
was the season that I died
there'd been blood betrayal and famine
and I thought I had survived

my neighbor killed my kitten
and for that I could not cry
my mother went to handle it
told me to stay inside

i sat poised in an armchair
trying to calm my mother down
while I could feel nothing
we knew she'd made him drown

the woman was a laundress
washed other people's clothes
didn't like the stink of pig sties
it offended her frail nose

the wash-board on the right side
where the pigs did have their homes
was the one she always gave me
like the left one was her own.

only when a pig was hanging
would she demand to trade
i'd wash next to a hog's corpse
a choice could not be made.

then one day I got angry
and I dared to move her clothes
i moved them to the right side
as the rage inside me rose

the woman tapped my window
and said your cat is dead
it was two days before Christmas
she roused me from my bed

there was display of feeling
tears could not be be shed

gray fades to black
hello sadness my old friend


Copyright © Lucrezia Blanche Aguilar

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My little gray cat under the hat

one day I met a new little friend from that 
day my life would begin again he made me 
laugh alot we was always out and about 

on rainy days we would run in the house 
and he would chase a mouse he was my best 
friend and I miss him 

one day I got bad news he got loose and ran 
away I looked all day but my cat was gone 
away never to return oh how I yearn for my 

my best friend I lost my best friend I 
lost a part of my life I will always 
wait for you my pet my little friend til
the end.

in dedication to my little cat Mooda


Copyright © Patricia Opel Jaye

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The Seas of My Dreams - Lullaby


Dear Featherbed,
wrap me up warm and tight 

Dear Kitty,
keep humming your note just right

Dear Moon,
you keep shining your golden light

and we'll all ride the seas of my dreams tonight....


Copyright © Lycia Harding

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Scaredy Cat

Trembling in my bed tonight
I cannot close my eyes
The movie on the late, late show
Says everybody dies

Now some say I'm a scaredy cat
But tonight is Halloween
What if someone kidnaps me,
And tries to eat my spleen?

I know there's no great pumpkin
Okay, maybe there is
What if he puts a spell on me,
And tries to make me his?

And I think that there's a monster
Who lives beneath my bed
I shiver and shake and stay awake
With covers over my head

There's something outside my window
And shadows on my wall
I think I hear some rattling chains
From the ghosts that's in the hall

Right then I hear this eerie voice
And feel this clammy hand
My wife says, "Hush and go to sleep,
You're supposed to be a man"

Copyright © Larry Belt

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Leonine, with whispy fur,
So soft it’d make a human purr.
Squinty eyes and button nose,
no stranger to a model’s pose.
Stalks the halls of Sarah’s lair,
a life of ease sublimely fair.
You may think he’s just a cat,
But we all know he’s more than that.

[Written in honor of a friend's Himalayan Persian--I think---a personable cat that I often use as a character in short stories and even a radio script.]

[For anyone interested in the radio show I wrote about Duffy, here is a link:]

Copyright © Jim Tidd

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Ava Juice

She greets me with morning eyes
and we laugh under white down
telling stories of all sorts:

Cats who wear backpacks
at night filled with treats
Lizards who step foot
into her messy room
and then turn on their tails
for a quick stepped retreat
Then we come up 
with the juice we could drink
such as "air juice"
which forces the hiccups to come
or the dreaded old colored
balloon juice (Have some
and your belly will blow up
to sky high retorts)
We laugh as we come up 
with juice of all sorts
"Zipper juice" closes your mouth
in a zip
which a friend must unzip
between every sip!
"Camel hair juice" 
why now THAT is just sticky
and goes down your throat
quite incredibly tickly!
"Elephant toe juice"
We think that is one
that we'll leave quite untouched
as it wouldn't be fun
to drink toe juice and such
So - that is the way that we spend
all our mornings
Stories and giggles
and smiles galoring
Perhaps this is something that you do as well
with a hat and a cape and a cat and a bell
for we all have a tale, to be told and to tell
when we're fresh from a leap off the edge of our dreams
and being awake isn't quite what it seems
for the cat is still wearing his backpack...

Copyright © Tatyana Carney

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Is My Cat Insane

I don't know why it happened 
It totally boggles my brain 
I think my cat is loosing it i think shes going insane
I herd her meowing outside my back door
When i opened it she dropped a mouse on  the deck floor
Why would i be boggled well to my surprise 
This mouse wasn't dead it was very much alive 
She looked at me like to say i brought this for you 
Than she sauntered in to the house like she didn't know what to do
She laid out on the kitchen table like she was queen
Me still rubbing my head this is the strangest thing I've seen
I know she has shown sometimes she is not always smart 
But never brought me a mouse that hasn't been ripped apart 
I looked out my back door  and that little mouse was gone 
I looked at my cat and said now what the heck is wrong
Oh boy maybe killing that mouse would break my cats heart 
Maybe when i wasn't looking my cat made a fresh start
Or maybe in that moment she felt she cared 
Letting that little mouse go his life she spared 
But really i cant imagine that 
This is the same cat that brought me the rat 
So here i sit with a boggled brain 
wondering is my cat truly insane

Copyright © colleen laforme

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Cat-suited and Cute

Cat-suited and cute
Baring flesh to her navel
Her bronzed body
In wanting able
Wrists manacled
As her chest pouts
The needing of join
Her heart shouts
In tethered mode
With silken scarves
To her body delight
One caresses her curves
Her chest rises
Saluting his touch
His manly hands
Now in cupped clutch
Their lips meet
Tongues entwined
Tasting licking
De-vine in dine
Catsuit peeled
Down her wanting curves
Her eyes yearning 
For his manly serves
As she lies there manacled
Hungering for their zest
His adventurous kissing
Starting from her breasts
Torso traversed
As her scents allure
Following her aroma
Heavenly pure
Her thighs, she holds
His manly shape
His shadow drapes
Two engines tuned
To race in time
Revving hearts
In loving rhyme
Manacles opened
To feel her caress
Absorbing each other
Inner flowing finesse
Our sighs in rhythm
Kissing unites
Dove and her Highlander
Cat-suited delight

Copyright © James Fraser

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HUMPTY-DUMPTY(spoof on a nursery rhyme)

"Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall"
Why would he want to do that?
I'm sure he didn't Want to fall,
Perhaps he was just looking for his cat.

"Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall"
The cat started looking for his master,
Meanwhile, our Humpty was trying to call,
But this only made the cat look faster.

"All the kings horses and all the kings men"
The cat stepped carefully toward his master, 
Humpty thought he was saved again,
But all it meant was a real disaster!

"Couldn't put Humpty-Dumpty together again.
The cat started to lick as it started to rain,
Humpty felt himself getting thinner and thinner,
As the cat had more and more of his dinner.

This is the story of our Humpty-the egghead,
Who fell off the wall and made a great splat,
He didn't know the fall would make him spread,
And make a great meal for his fat ole cat.

Poor ole Humpty-Dumpty !
 ENJOY everyone

Copyright © Patricia Leonaitis

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Leap of Faith

Not long after The Beginning,
There were Animals and there was Man.
A great chasm lay between, that legend said
Only a Leap of Faith could span.
Animals seemed happy on their side;
For, after all, such a leap could not be done
“Make the best it,” they all said;
All, that is, but one.
There stood Dog, alone upon the brink,
The distant Man’s reflection shining in his eyes;
Something was robbing Dog of peace;
Something was urging him to try.
Compelled, he stood and stared,
Nothing could distract his gaze.
Now and then, Horse would come;
Each time, the same old words to say.
“I understand.  I really do.
I admit it.  I’ve thought about it too;
But it’s too far for me to jump,
It’s certainly too far for you”.
One day, as Horse spoke his words,
Cat rudely interrupted with a sneer.
“Go ahead and try.  You’ll break your silly neck.
You can’t go there.  Your place is here”.
More resolute now, his vigil became duty;
Still, he often wondered, “Why?”
But something deep inside kept saying,
“You must.  You must.  It’s do…or die”. 
Then, one day, he turned and walked away.
Oh, yes, he’d need a running start.
He knew now, he had the Will;
But only a Leap of Faith could prove his Heart.

Just before he made his Leap of Faith,
Dog saw the loneliness in Man’s eyes.
“He needs a friend, someone to help 
And always stand right by”.
With those unselfish thoughts,
Dog had reason, he felt whole.
And well he should, for at that very moment,
God granted Dog a Soul!
But Souls don’t come so easy,
And his leap was short that day.
If Dog was to make a Leap of Faith,
Man would have the final say.
Dog’s faith was truly tested, front paws upon the edge.
He hoped  Man’s eyes hadn’t lied. 
Then Man’s Heart swelled and touched his Soul.
He helped Dog up and placed him proudly at his side.
Oh, so jealous was Cat I’m told;
His eyes turned green that day.
“Oh, you are an heroic mutt; 
A friend of Man, you say?
I’ll make that leap by myself.
You can bet, I’ll find a way”.
So, Dog had made the Leap of Faith.
He and Man became Best Friends.
So it shall be, for all eternity;
That is to say, until the Very End.

Copyright © Robert Candler

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Creepy House

On my street I lie in wait
I see the house that’s yet to wake
It dark and gloomy full of sounds
Like wind and rain and howling hounds

Squeaky swaying in the breeze
Creaking, croaking of nearby trees
But a boy am I too curious
I must enter and see the house

I enter in the light is still
Just seeping from the window sill
Then in it comes and startles me
A sound that is just so ghostly

I run but see a shadow grey
Stunned but cannot look away
I close my eyes and shield my head
Certain that I will be dead

Then I feel a gentle paw
It’s soft and creaking on the floor
I open my eyes and there I see
A cat sits there in front of me

I laugh and think what of me
How silly could I really be?
I walk as gently as a mouse
And step out of that old, old house

I see the cat and wave goodbye
The cat just looks into my eye
If I had stayed little while
I would have seen that old cat smile

And turn into a ghost of night
That would have caused me quite a fright
And then dark as night it disappeared
A room once filled now is clear.

Copyright © Nadine Hof

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Suicide Storms

Memories can be enemies
for they unwind the mind to past legacies,
and childhood melodies. 

His blazing amber eyes.
His words and love always wise.
How I grieve goodbyes!

I consume the ills
of multiple pills.
My body clanking in chiming chills.

waiting for my passing...
Suddenly, my cat starts sassing. 

Retreat! Retreat!
My sweet!
Do not accept Death's duly defeat!

Alas, I follow through 
and eject the poisonous stew.
Saved for now from my internal blue.

My fists pound on the ground over what I lost,
and my heart beats blood full of frost.
Oh, the cold calculating cost!

My father holds the Glock,
stopping the clock.
The final father/daughter talk.

Reaper reigns in his forever storm writhing, 
while Life is the lighting. 
Toast to souls forever reuniting.

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke

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Black Cat Green Eyes Most Evil

Black Cat hath the coldest green eyes of most hideous evil
Which chilleth my blood, causeth me the greatest upheaval;
Darkness doth pervade this creature’s most gruesome gaze
Giveth me unbridled terror, leaveth my soul in an utter haze; 
Lucifer himself giveth this black demon animal its dark life
Only to bringeth me a terrifying malediction of most evil strife;
Black Cat with its visage and its promise of eternal damnation
Seeketh for me its vilest of intention and its darkest tarnation; 
I prayeth then Lord God, saveth all my eternal spirit and soul
And delivereth them on All Hallows’ Eve most sound and whole!  
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, 
Germany (October 8, 2014) (Rhyme poetic format)

Copyright © Gary Bateman

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Circle of Life - A Pet Story

It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
   his untimely end.

He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends.  I do care.”

Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.

So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?

We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.

Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.

He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.

“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him... oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.

And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…

There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight 
   to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.

“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy.  You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats.  It’s up to you”.

As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred.  I almost cried.

On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.

But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.

But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.

For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea, 
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me.  Please, take me”.

“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.

In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.

Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.

Copyright © Robert Candler