Cat 4 Poems - Poems about Cat 4

I’m busy again. Dusting, organizing, mopping. Everything is clean already. We already swept up all her old food. And mopped her muddy paw prints. It’s clean, it’s clean enough! They say. We don’t get less sad. The house just gets clean. We remember her...Read the rest...

sleek and sneaky, stealthy too wherever they go sixties cats crawl around sixties beatnik row their eyes are squinted, they know where it is at we are careful not to point out their ears are flat they have a...Read the rest...

the annual fluffy Christmas dance is about to begin We sat ourselves down next to my cousin Finn Shhh! He said, pointing to the Christmas tree. Be quiet if you are going to sit next to me. So I...Read the rest...

Clever. In a way only a person can be. When she would try to sneak our human food. Loving. When she would place her paw on my hand. If she had fingers, I bet she would clasp them into mine. They say...Read the rest...

space cat zoomed in on two wheels, about to run out of steam. Most of us missed her, others thought she was but a dream. Space cat zoomed around the neighborhood until it got light. Then she hid...Read the rest...

they are beatnik cats, their house is a bit much I was told. Their colors were all warm – purples, reds, pinks, all bold. I love it here I said, sitting down in a cozy sixties beatnik...Read the rest...

Her fur used to fly. She used to fly. From the floor to the couch. Once she settled- We’d brush. For years, it was full and youthful. Then it was falling out in tufts, So we’d brush more gently. She was a...Read the rest...

She hated that vacuum. She would run around and try to trip me. This chore used to take forever and ever… Now it’s done. All those traces of fur are gone. But we had to. Or else the house would be...Read the rest...

She scrunches her nose, like a person. She folds her ears back, like only she can. I drink coffee in hopes it will be a cozy time with her on my lap, and a book in hand. But...Read the rest...

You would put your paws in your water dish. Tip it over and splash around. Paper towel was fruitless. You’d unravel it and tear it up. I was annoyed in those days. I was young and annoyed. I hate that I...Read the rest...

Despite the vets, All of our pets. Pass one by one. We all used to have fun. Now there are only two. We’re starting to get a clue. That pets are ephemeral. Burial after burial. The pound is around the corner… But I would...Read the rest...

Your heart stopped. For some reason, I hoped it wouldn’t. Silence. Then I started up again. Your eyes don’t look scared. You never were. We pause then leave quickly. As if we are late for something. I knew your heart would stop. I knew...Read the rest...

Do you have pets, she asked, during our chat. Yes, I replied, we have two cats. My wife turned and said with a laugh, Dogs have owners, cats have staff. Over the years, we have found, that cats are purr-fect; we're not kitten around. We're...Read the rest...

Your nicknames come to mind. Those silly names we used all the time. We’d call you over. We still remember… Now all we have are the echos. Of the names we used to know. Your real name no longer makes me...Read the rest...

James and Peter Found a messed up cat litter Close by at Peter's A cat is amiss The litter smells of cat's piss The missus remiss The miss is too slow To clean the cat's messy show The cat meows in woe The cat...Read the rest...