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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 !
An excited happy clowder of cats and a kindle of kittens
Were tearing up yarn I used to think I needed for mittens
I watched them and laughed, for they were a delight
Their rolling and tumbling was a really sweet sight
With a poem and a song in my heart and my mind
saw my calico and fur ball take yarn they could quickly unwind
put out all the scraps, for it was Christmas time after all
I had not had this much fun since the last time they slid in the hall
The beautiful evening sky had but little to say about us
As I gathered my cuddle babies, with nary a fuss.
We laid on the couch and watched the kittens have fun.
They had a spectacular Christmas, and I mean everyone.
Some people do not realize that my cats are my children now.
They treat me better than my own children ever knew how.
I love my clowder of cats and my kindle of kittens.
I can buy other yarn to make my grandchildren mittens.
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!
Cat
Once I had a cat who loved to wear shirts,
More than he loved anything else
He was an odd cat
Barely a cat at all
He loved shirts,
And baths,
He loved all food,
Except peanut butter.
He could jump straight in the air
As high as my head,
So we named him Roo,
Short for Kangaroo
And after the character in Winnie The Pooh
But he was more of a heffalump or woozle
A wild creature
Who ran around the house
Nipping at heels
And terrorizing the other residents
He was more of a legend than a cat
Disappearing for days on end
Before returning fat and happy
And smelling of smoke
I loved my wild heffalump of a cat
The one who loved baths,
And shirts,
Who lived for creature comforts,
But hated peanut butter.
Who could jump straight in the air,
And make a mad dash for someone's ankle.
I love my wild, weird, little woozle
Who vanished into the night
Always an enigma
A legend
A mystery
A heffalump.
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
I love my cat and I care for him too
but what is it I am to do
He bites and scratches the total time
That's why I'm sending out this rhyme
I am inquiring for this bout
Please confer to me a shout
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
My cat is gray,
with chirps- she meows a serenade;
and she has a swagger, sashay, and sway,
believes I am her maid !
With her toy mouse she likes to parade and to prance,
and sometimes she just lays on my lap in a trance;
and will nip if given a chance,
instead of with her toys play !
She loves outside,
strutting- she has a pompous gait;
as she walks, swaggers with blustery pride,
I leap to close the garden gate !
After checking each corner she finds some shade,
but, if there is noise she comes flying to me- afraid.
Must drink my tea and my cupboards invade,
and far under bed hide !
"But no matter what, I love my cat to pieces,
and pieces and pieces . . . "
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August 28, 2019 (Edit December 9, 2019)
Submitted to the contest, Your Favorite Animal
sponsor, Gregory Paul
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
I love my cat;
She’s cute and fat.
I named her Kitty
Because she was pretty.
One day, Kitty brought me a rat
Because she wanted a nice pat.
She left to the city,
But then felt pity.
Kitty came back with a hat;
I looked at her and she laid there and sat.
She licked my hand, which felt gritty;
I still love my Kitty, even though she’s witty.