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Ethan The Cat

Ethan lies upon my lap in sweet and tender slumber. This happens all throughout the day, who can count the number? I think he's shrewd and his time well used, more clever than a fox. Though doubt creeps in, he looks less keen sitting in a box. Eating spiders and swatting flies to his heart's content. But chasing birds and trapping mice are the main event. When by the door he makes his roar yearning to be free. But moments later the clamor starts as he's stuck upside a tree. There might be string or a piece of thread, any length of twine. He goes fuzzball crazy and his eyes get large now impossible to confine. To calm him down I know a trick to alter Ethan's mood. I go to the kitchen, open up the fridge and show him there's more food. Then there's Christmas where he finds our stuff, a special time of year. He's shredding presents and chasing lights, with tinsel hanging from his rear. I scratch his belly and brush his hair at times of his own choosing. With little deference I know for sure his fealty I am loosing. There are times when things go well, I find myself with pride. But people say... cats are Nature's way to take the other side. He lets me know I might lack merit so he's not afraid to tell. The thoughts I treasure and my Human worth, he's eager to dispel. There are moments when I adore that cat when he's giving me a break. His eyes show love as I melt within even when it's fake. There are four scratching posts and toys aplenty that fill up every space. But no matter what the mortgage says... I'm living in his place. The End *For those who might be interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day.

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Date: 4/29/2019 10:44:00 PM
GREAT. So! you love cats. Well-written. Enjoyed lat stanza.
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Date: 4/25/2019 4:26:00 PM
Our mother loved cats. I find them to be delightfully playful, wise and curious creatures. This is a warm and beautiful tale of that charm they possess and why they are so beloved .. A fav.. a fine piece my friend.
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Date: 4/5/2019 6:30:00 PM
Only a cat guardian would be able to write such a detailed poem. You have captured his true essence. Well done, David. An instant Fav for me.~ Warren
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David McHattie
Date: 4/5/2019 8:55:00 PM
Thanks Warren.
Date: 4/2/2019 5:17:00 AM
You have such a wonderful way of making me laugh this morning. I rarely LAUGH aloud but you have done this to me twice in two poems. "He goes fuzzball crazy, his eyes get large, now impossible to confine." this describes every hunter-cat I have ever know! This is hilarious, David!
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David McHattie
Date: 4/3/2019 4:48:00 PM
Thank you for your support Caren.
Date: 4/1/2019 5:05:00 PM
G'day David … your poem is a great example to all that cats have a mind of their own - thank you David - Lindsay
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David McHattie
Date: 4/1/2019 5:11:00 PM
Thanks Lindsay. Hope you're having a great day.
Date: 4/1/2019 4:25:00 PM
David, this is precious, esp. that tinsel hanging from Ethan's rear. LOL. Seriously, it's a tribute both to Ethan and to your talent as a writer. This is a FAVE for me right away, and welcome to Poetry Soup, my friend! Best wishes, Gershon
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David McHattie
Date: 4/1/2019 5:05:00 PM
Thank you very much. Nice to be here.
Date: 4/1/2019 1:12:00 AM
Well done, like last stanza and all of rest. We have one cat. Sits on my lap when I am about to get up, no wonder some jobs don't get done. Cats are like children, make one feel guilty. Regards David in NZ
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David McHattie
Date: 4/1/2019 5:09:00 PM
I draw a web cartoon and I'm always having to draw around Ethan's butt.
Date: 3/31/2019 11:34:00 PM
David, this was so delightful, as a girl owned by a cat called Snuggles. I have shared many of these same experiences as you describe in your poem, but mostly it is that look of unconditional love that hooks me every single time... yes, I have toys and and scratch posts in every room and I am allowed only on half the sofa and half the bed, but I would not dream of changing one thing. And I love the name of your cat, Ethan, I can tell you love him very much ~
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David McHattie
Date: 4/1/2019 5:06:00 PM
Ethan is my little buddy.
Date: 3/31/2019 8:20:00 PM
A delightful cat tale, David! I love cat poetry and this is a great one! I too have a dear old tabby named Jeff and he is a great companion - in fact he is snoozing on the desk as I type this - BoB
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David McHattie
Date: 3/31/2019 9:11:00 PM
Ethan thinks my desk lamp is a tanning bed. Thanks for the comment.