The Cat's Meow

Simon strolled nonchalant through narrow hall not a care did he reveal. Occasionally venting his wild cat call demanding his evening meal. This Pixie-Bob was lean from head to toe with extended pointed ears and padded paws. He was every eligible female’s beau even respected for his half-inch claws. His large-round, almond-gold eyes could stare a mouse to sleep. His sleek body may seem oversize when curled up in a heap. Around his neck is a fluff of mane thick- wiry but soft to touch. On my chair back he does reign when strutting gets to be too much. He’s the cat’s meow no doubt gentle is his nature, love his game. He often takes time to spout and proudly flaunt his ceaseless fame. Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey Eighth Place Winner ~ "Cat Tales” Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Jan. 16, 2010 This is about my Pixie-Bob Simon and describes him to a tee.