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Of course, the nine lives of cats
is a fond myth -- though they are
tenacious warriors and survivors --
That being said, the two I am owned
by, also have a marshmallow center,
affectionate and loving when nothing
to fear. Their purrs are therapeutic --
relaxing, in a sense spiritually
transcending. And no purity test
required with cats~ they either like
you, or not. Feed them what they want,
and they are a friend for life. Every
meal I am reminded of just how much
I love my wife; and how purr-fect our
relationship....
I love my tabby kitty's tummy dots.
all those swirly, soft, downy lovely spots;
she likes to jump, spin and leap,
sometime, behind me will creep . . .
I wake each morn with kitty in my thoughts !
I'm just a sweet, old grandpa cat,
and now I love to stay inside.
When I was young, I never sat;
out in the fields, I'd hunt and hide.
My family that cares for me
has shown me how to simply live
an indoor life that keeps me free
to share with them in all they give.
I love my small and comfy chair!
With cup of tea held by my paw-
read storybooks of what's out there
of animals I never saw.
With glasses that help me to see
and clothes to keep me warm and dry,
this old-time kitty must agree-
a happy grandpa cat am I!
Jobs, wives, none, but they love me, and I love my cats
They’d rather play grunge in the garage than chase rats
Learning Alanis Morrisette
discovered her on my cassette
Taste in music changes, I must say they drive me bats
Trust is so much a part
of every relationship –
I mean, I love my cat,
but he has this disconcerting
way of sleeping with one
eye open, as if checking out
the terrain, listening for
incoming -- well, he's
either a very silly, typical
paranoid cat...or they
know the human soul
a lot better than we admit
to.
Cats seem to have two basic
instincts: start and run – while
mankind has 3: more, more, and
more....
I was going to cut the grass today;
then thought, as with dust, grass can
wait till tomorrow – unlike laundry and
cat litter that seem to ferment awfully –
therefore, some must-do chores were
gotten too...while executing the
routine tasks I wondered, why do
I hang-on so? A little kitty meowed.
There is a cat very fluffy and fat,
who often on my keyboard has just sat;
and she also drinks my tea,
as I seek the messed up key;
yet, I love my sweet adorable brat !
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November 23, 2020
Poetry/Limerick/'Sigh''
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1306-912-23
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Make Me Laugh with Some Humor
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 12/19/20
Second Place
SPRINGY PAWS JUMPY KITTY- - A Tanka Poem
I love my kitten
He's jumpy and exciting.
He has springy paws
And two gentle eyes as well
When he purrs I feel happy
6/31/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
I love my coffee mug
The color background white
On the front of the mug
It has an etching image
The handle is red
Same inside the
There is an etching
Of a Tabby cat
He has an expression
Of a pout on his face
In a grumpy mood
He wears a red
Then quotes " I love Christmas
Meow!"
He is Grumpy the Cat
Oh, LITTLE KITTEN -
I love my kitten
Charming he is so and small.
Meow darling paws
A fun personality
purrs when he so feel happy
4/24/19
I love my earless cat-a-moints.
She wears a pink knitted beret.
To hide her lack of ear-filled points.
Cute on her head though every day.
She has a clever hearing aide.
Usually refuses to wear it.
A haughty little parlor maid.
Ignores me ‘til I can barely bear it.
How I love my purple pets;
Aliens to earth, you bet;
Collected across galaxies,
Alien pets have no fleas;
I’ve even got a purple bee!
For: Purple Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
1-17-19
Poshpaws was our beloved pussy cat
She would clean her fur when sat on the mat
Loved to be stroked, we could tickle her tum
Her purr was loud like the noise from a drum
Large emerald eyes would sparkle and gleam
Her coat so soft with a beautiful sheen
She would lie in the sun from dusk till dawn
Rouse from her dreams with a pussycat yawn
Dad did not like cats - that’s what he would say
But on his lap Poshpaws would always lay
She’d follow my Dad all around the house
Make no noise, be as quiet as a mouse
She slipped away from us aged only ten
Buried in a beautiful shady glen
Written 11~23~14
Contest: I love my Pets
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