Best Petscat Poems
Once upon a time there lived a cat
And this cat was much, much, much too fat.
The mice he did ignore.
His treats came from the store.
The mice were safe unless on them he sat.
by Francine Roberts, for Cat Contest
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Kitty, kitty in my chair,
Sitting there so debonair.
Black cat with shiny eyes,
To cross your path could be unwise.
Playful feline pounces fast,
Jump on people walking past.
Tabby teases a little mouse,
Tauntingly throughout the house.
Oh! Of cats what can I say?
They prowl at night and sleep all day.
~Virginia Mitchell
Contest; Cat Poems ~~
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
She sped to dinner like a flash,
soon she'd be tipsy and flabby.
When suddenly there was a crash,
OH!she tripped over a tabby.
She was shocked, the cat was shocked,
Yes!the cat was shocked and how!
But don't you worry, off they walked,
With an OW! and a cursing MEOW!
She just trotted off, for hunger beckoned,
but as she struggled with food, forks and knives,
I doubt if at all she had reckoned,
That she'd scared off eight of kitty's nine lives.
My bunny got stuck, he ran out of luck
When a pigeon swooped low on the roof
To make things worse, help was scarce
But my bunny remained aloof
He spent every day in a hutch full of hay
Above the trees and houses
He loved most of all to jump on the wall
And munch on my neighbors trousers
Now trapped in a pipe, he smelled a bit ripe
He had to get out of here soon
Then he had an idea and flipped up his ear
The cat would be over the moon
Before too long he felt a wet tongue
Licking the tip of his ear
The timing was right, it was just before night
He was going to escape from here
He persuaded the cat who was lazy and fat
To bring him a rope from the shed
He bit on the end and beckoned his friend
To tie it around her head
'Please' said my bunny, who was feeling all funny
'Help me, I'm in deep strife'
'What's it to me?' Said the cat full of glee
'You have to save my life'
The cat said 'Okay' and without delay
She pulled on the rope with her paws
My bunny flew out of the drainage spout
And landed safe on all fours
If my bunny was hurt while I was not alert
Myself I'd never have forgiven
So I moved his bed to the garden shed
Now the high life is truly forbidden!
Sammie and Pepper are like our children to us
Their bright eyes are so expressive with much love and trust
So many years ago I just never did know
About the deep love of a cat and my impressions were low
But I was just a young man during those growing years
Gettiing over some rough spots and so many fears
As life has continued to mould me and I became a cat daddy
At my more mature age I even baby sit our daughters cats, Cody and Maddy
So, every now and then their are four cats in the house
We are honored to have them all, me and my spouse
We are now very much cat lovers and so very proud and happy
We are greeted whenever we come in the door, loving mommy and pappy
They both rub against our legs and look up with inquiring bright eyes
Where you both been? Did you bring us a surprise?
And we always do bring them something to enjoy
A goodie to eat and perhaps a little mouse toy
Just wanted to tell the world how wonderful it is to be in love
With these furry Gods creatures so delightfully created in heaven above
They fight like two dogs after a female.
A cat and another cat for food, birds.
Becomes fodder for the Red Fox to pull
Feathers and chow down. Once half dead,
I put in can. Go to heavenly sleepness.
Leo got sick in new home, on to heaven.
Val - heart defect, needle shot. Gone.
And so on it goes, Caesar smoke. Slept.
Cremate, bury. Rise up to the gold gate.
I want to burn and sit on a white mantle.
Larry wants burn with ashes over Rockies.
Brother, mothers, father and grandparents,
Into ground, after productive life. Sleep.
Crops in the ground for all animals to eat.
Slaughter some. Feeds primates. Sweet meat.
So on and on it goes, in the cycle of life.
The cat is staring at something behind my back,
his pupils so large, his eyes seem black,
I see his muscles twitch and tense,
his skinny tail becomes immense.
We've played this game, the cat and I,
(although all logic it defies)
for nights and days and years untold,
what demons do his eyes behold?
So, with a sigh, I play along,
and glance behind to see what's wrong.
Of course, there's nothing there at all,
smooth plaster of my bedroom wall.
I only looked away a sec,
I barely even turned my neck,
but, true to form, the end's the same
every time we play this game.
The cat, his eyes are little slits,
his tail is not puffed up a bit,
his body's now fully relaxed,
the end, once more, an anticlimax.
I used to think it a feline quirk,
that this was how all cats' brains worked,
but once I left my haunted birthplace,
the cat's game vanished without a trace.
©Danielle White
My cat nat is a fat cat.
He likes a pat,
to sit and chat.
My cat nat is a flat cat.
I say to my cat"dont do that".
That my cat nat,
i like him like that
the tracks,
a rough, loud place
there is an ALDI bag,
tied up
i am curious,
i hop the fence, i pick up the bag,
i'm a little scared,
the bag is now untied
a little black and white kitten
runs out into my arms,i cry, and take her home,
we call her Sally,
she is now safe,
and in a loving home
she is my cat , and i love her
she is my cat , Sally
Dawn is finally here
Damn, the bed is so comfy I wish I?d stay here
I gotta get up though
I gotta wade through the mysterious thaw of the unknown
I gotta find my new home
I know I will love it here in the city
I know because yesterday night while having supper
A cat came to my window and winked at me for maybe more than three times
First with its left eye, then with its right eye, all the while looking straight in my eyes
I know not what else to make of it
But I know more of divinity than to disregard it
For sure the cat winks were signs
For what, I shall sure discover in time
For now the reality is staunchly on me
And I am still so glad with me
And the best of my reality I?m gonna make it
Mom was watching TV and relaxing in her chair
Dad was working on his crossword puzzles with care.
Snoop was on his table where he likes to lay
Looking out the window at the end of the day.
Suddenly there was a blood curdling sound
Mom got up to take a look around.
She hobbled into the living room on her bad knee
To see where the noise came from and what it could be.
It was Snoop and another cat having a fight
Mom yelled to Dad turn on the outside light!
They were at the window trying to tear each other apart
Their hissing and screeching was enough to stop your heart.
Dad’s footrest on his recliner was sticking up in the air
He had to be careful he didn’t break a leg getting out of there
He had to hurry so Snoop wouldn’t break the glass,
There wasn’t time to waste, he couldn’t let another minute pass.
He turned the light on and opened up the door,
He yelled outside; he couldn’t stand it anymore.
He kept yelling until he scared the cat away
I bet he’d like to shoot that cat someday!
Big Grey was my favorite cat of all time.
He came with no grand pedigree.
He didn't need that for that wonderful cat
Had enormous affection for me.
He was but a stray who somehow found his way
To this home he'd be welcomed to stay.
He made himself king and ruled everything
And forgot he was ever a stray.
There were other cats here whom he treated as mere
Common things to be kept in their places.
But my lap was his own, which he quickly made known
To the others, not one of their spaces.
That beautiful cat, always there when I sat,
His front legs round my neck he'd entwine.
And he'd stare in my face, 'til I needed my space
And I shooed down that sweet pet of mine.
He'd never more roam for this was his home
Where he'd be contented for life.
It was easy to see he belonged here with me,
Away from the stress and the strife.
I was caught unaware, finding him lying there
Unable to answer my call.
I couldn't believe he was going to leave,
This dear cat whom I loved most of all.
Now that he's gone I know he has gone on
To the place where good kitties should be.
May he find up above an angel to love,
Just as much as he used to love me.
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Snoop the cat is a brat but he doesn’t care,
he has lots of stripes and a bushy tail that sticks up in the air.
When he walks up to you looking so sweet,
just watch his paws ‘cause he has sharp claws
as he flops down at your feet.
And if you try to pet him make sure you do it just right,
‘cause you never know he could be in the mood to bite.
If he rubs against your leg and says meow,
then you’ll know he’s hungry and wants to eat right now.
If he’s thirsty and he wants a drink,
he doesn’t need a dish he’ll just jump up on the sink.
He likes to go outside and snoop around
and see what creatures are on the ground.
He’ll jump in the air after a grasshopper or butterfly,
or chase another cat that’s passing by.
Snoop is such a beautiful cat but he doesn’t care,
he just wants to play and explore all day
and then take a long nap in his chair.
My cats are soft, my cats are sweet,
my cats prefer cat food to eat.
We use meows to have our talks.
They do their business in their box.
I love my cats because they're great,
they're cats that purr and like to play
though sometimes their choice toys are feet
under the covers fast asleep
and yet they pounce and wake me up
which can be very obnoxious
though sometimes I wake up and see
they're snuggled by my head asleep
and that is great and very cute,
these cats are friends, their friendship's true.
They're brothers so they cuddle 'till
one notices the other's tail
and then attacks and then they play
and keep me awake until day
breaks and I get up and go feed
them bowls of cat food, which they need
to eat because they have to live
and take all the love I can give
because I really love my cats
and put them on my head like hats.
At the moment my mom and I are very sad.
Mom's cat passed away and that is very bad.
Mom named her Boy in 1992 because at first we thought she was a male.
Boy was a very loveable cat and we're not doing very well.
She did have a very long life and that's something we're grateful for.
She was solid white and we're sad because she's not around anymore.
Boy was a very sweet and pretty cat for all of her seventeen years.
Mom was very lucky to have her for that long and now she's shedding tears.
She loved to sleep in Mom's bed and lie on her clothes.
She loved to be petted and she loved Christmas bows.
She used to run to the door really fast when she heard me coming because she wanted me
to pet her.
She wasn't my cat but I loved her and it's a shame that she couldn't get better.
This cat was very special and she brought lots of joy.
Now we say goodbye to the cat who was named Boy.
(DEDICATED TO BOY WHO DIED JULY 5, 2009.)