Terry Flood Poet Rhyme

My Cat

My Cat

I'd like to introduce my cat
She's sleeping on that fluffy mat
She's dreaming dreams I reckon that
Involve a mouse and getting fat.

When she wakes and wants to play
Which happens once or thrice each day
She purrs when tickled under chin
Then sinks her claws into my skin.

She rubs herself against my leg
A call for food for she won't beg
Something tasty from a pouch
Not from a can, claws out, ouch

And she won't scratch her scratching post
She seems to like our carpet most
And when she's settled on the couch
There she stays or... claws out, ouch

She has a nice pink tray to do
Essentials like a pee or poo
She does her thing here everyday
Then flicks the litter miles away

She can be such a loving cat
She likes a stroke or gentle pat
She's playful if she gets her way
Or else she's spiteful... like today

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Chris Green November 30, 2018 at 10:16 AM Yep, sounds like a cat to me. They are such funny little creatures. I have a few and they are a joy and a disaster all at the same time. Chris Green November 30, 2018 at 2:03 PM I have a cat buried in my garden too. Her name was Sasha. Terry Flood November 30, 2018 at 1:45 PM The cat that inspired this was called Dibsey. she adopted us when she became ownerless. In my wisdom I thought she was a ‘done’ male so called her Dibble cos Top Cat was soooooo yesterday. Dibble became Dibsey when we discovered the truth. Sadly, Dibsey stood her ground against a car and is now chasing heavenly meeces. Miss her on the arm of the sofa, but she’s got a nice spot in the garden.

Lindsay Laurie November 29, 2018 at 11:25 PM G'day Terry … your cat is a typical cat. They have a mind of their own and do what they want to do - we are irrelevant - enjoyed - thank you Terry - Lindsay Terry Flood November 30, 2018 at 1:47 PM Thanks Lindsay. Dibsey (see my reply to Chris Green) was very much that cat. Wherever she is now (Cat Heaven?) you can rest assured she’s the boss.

Lunita Blanca November 29, 2018 at 6:40 PM Really like this poem about a cat. You have describe what makes a cat a cat. Thanks. Terry Flood November 29, 2018 at 7:19 PM Thank Carlos.