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Poshpaws was our beloved pussy cat She would clean her fur when sat on the mat Loved to be stroked, we could tickle her tum Her purr was loud like the noise from a drum Large emerald eyes would sparkle and gleam Her coat so soft with a beautiful sheen She would lie in the sun from dusk till dawn Rouse from her dreams with a pussycat yawn Dad did not like cats - that’s what he would say But on his lap Poshpaws would always lay She’d follow my Dad all around the house Make no noise, be as quiet as a mouse She slipped away from us aged only ten Buried in a beautiful shady glen 11~23~14 Contest: Pets Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton ~awarded 2nd place~

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Kissed by Katy

Although two other felines enjoyed their lap time Atop them the dominating Katy would climb The lap she didn’t want; she sat right on my face Katy felt this was her right; she had claimed this space If I tried to watch TV, her paw closed my eyes If challenged, with a huffy hiss she would chastise At mealtime she’d growl, chasing other cats away How did I come to adopt this demanding stray At the Humane Society, I passed her cage She clawed my sleeve and my attention she engaged Smarter than most cats, Katy was queen of our house She’d just yawn if we were invaded by a mouse For twenty-two years, Katy always made me smile The morning she passed, I felt like I’d lost a child
*Written November 5, 2014, in honor of Katy Cat.

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It is the laziest of all creatures, 
It could eat and eat filet all the day long. 
Investigative eyes is a feature, 
And it will sing to you its forlorn song. 

It will avoid you like the plague by day, 
Skulking, running, bounding, from room to room. 
By night it searches through the halls for its prey, 
The hunted will meet its impending doom. 

The whisper of whiskers against the door, 
Tip-toe, pitter-patter, sneakily creeps. 
All at once bounding across the floor, 
Whoosh goes the paw across the mouse hole deep.  

“Drat!” says the cat, missed the mark once again, 
Once more the mouse hunt will have to begin.

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My Charlie Cat

Upon his favored pillow, curled up tight
He sleeps through happy hours without a stir,
Tail wrapped around and paws tucked out of sight,
Beneath his purring ball of gray-striped fur.
Awake, he fills my hours with happiness—
He softly pats my cheek with gentle paw
When closely held and purrs with my caress
While loving gold-green eyes leave me in awe.
Outside, when called, he runs into my arms
More like a pup, he shows deep loyalty.
My Charlie, so endowed with loving charms…
A special, blessed creature sent to me.
   Such tender love for him I feel inside…
   His love for me can never be denied.

© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

~3rd Place~
Contest:  Pets
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged 11/29/2014

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Cat Ownership

You have to love them to sift their latrine,
The uric fragrance burning your nose and eyes
As you render their special place fresh and clean--
One of them watches, impatient, and sighs.
You have to be ready for sleep-rending howls
When one recovers his ragged cloth ball--
At twelve or two--shaking it with feral growls,
Boasting his prey up and down the hall.
You must be attentive--even at four--
If bowls are empty and bellies not full:
Rude rattling and scratching on the bedroom door
Has such a hypnotic, nerve-racking pull.
How apt the pharaohs decreed them divine,
While litter-box slaves were treated like swine.

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My Cat Meeni

                             My cat Meeni was as white as ball of mirth
                            I found her a  sleeping in the crease of earth
                            When I touched her she was purring like a hell
                               I was afraid she might call up catty yell

                                 I was living in the hills over yonder
                             I stopped a little and took time to ponder
                             This little soul might be a God's gift to me
                             I had to take her home I danced like a bee

                           I nursed her bruises and wiped her hazy eyes
                                The east of solitude sun began to rise
                           She licked my fingers like finger lickin' good'
                             I was sure she was demure I gave her food

                             I say it loud and clear she is a gem of cats
                              My daughter to be sure is not fond of rats

Pets - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	Shadow Hamilton
Date : 28 November 2014

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A Squirrel's Life

The crouching cat in stillness looked above.
Without a sound or motion there he watched.
That predator beneath the tree ditched love.
Another victory would soon be notched.

A squirrel scurried up and down the trunk.
Between the leaves and sunlight she did play.
With patient eyes the feline spied and slunk
The feast he planned would satisfy his day.

Nonchalantly, scampering, squirrel teased.
A little closer to the cat she came.
Her vibrant running up and down did please.
The cat and squirrel play a deadly game.

Then, teasingly the squirrel came so close.
A lunge!  But squirrel maintained life; speed bestows.

Ó April 18, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Form: English Sonnet

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Debbie and Cyndi's Sonneteers 
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi

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A Day In The Life Of Buddha Cat

Each morning, when I first awake; a daily vigil, I will take. I arch my back and I stretch out long; this helps my body to grow strong. To my box, I take a walk; release a stench, in lime-like chalk. I dine in silence, savoring; the tasty flavors…mouth-watering. Upon my favorite stool, I sit; paws tucked beneath, belly and chest. I chant…me’om…me’om…me’om; ‘till I transcend, my physical home. I am a Buddha-cat, you see And a Bodhisattva, I hope, to be.

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(Dedication: To "All-That-Is" -- 
"In You we move and breathe
and have our being."

My darling God, my dearest Lord:
Your love is great, your peace is sound.
Make my heart laud, may my soul horde;
Oblige my traits, observe my grounds;
Reach deeper still, rest firmer feel;
Niche in my heart, nest in my soul;
Incline your will, inscribe what heals;
Now let love start, new ways made whole;
Glimpse Spirit clear, grace that sparks cheer.
Poise in the light, praise in the groove;
Surpass fond cheer, surprise right here;
Appoint my night, appease day's moves;
Lord grant me quests, love works the best;
My God I rest, my Lord fling zest!

Leon Enriquez
23 July 2014

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My Kitty Cat

I call her Princess
She purrs by the gentleness of my caress.
I tease and please her with finesse.
And I love her with all I possess!

Of course she's a cat and likes my bed.
Sometimes I awake to find her sleeping instead!
She always smells sweet like gingerbread.
Princess loves the touch of the silk covered bedspread.

My Kitty cat loves to play,
And most of the time she gets her way.
When she's out and about.
She always takes a different route.

My Kitty is so gentle and so kind,
And when she purrrs it always blows my mind.....