the pre-teenage little kitty cat slumber party was in full swing
they had talked great grandma McClintock into hosting this thing
playing records, because this was way back in nineteen-sixty-two
why do they call it slumber? she asked the next day. It’s not what they do.
I never met a cat
That I didn't like
Until I met the terror
Who goes by the name of Mike
He's a walking tornado
Storms follow him everywhere
He thinks it's funny
Tearing up my favorite chair
I had to replace the cushions
And repair the wood
It's not a scratching post
I don't think he understood
He runs around the living room
Like it's a race track
Knocking over flower pots
Oh my aching back
He's not an ordinary cat
He has a furry mane
Please somebody help me
Before I go insane
I tried to be his friend
But all he does is hiss
How much longer
Am I going to put up with this
He used to be such a sweet kitten
When he was first born
Now look at his claws
And how much he has torn
I would call the nearest zoo
But I can't reach the phone
My sweet little kitten
Thinks I'm a giant bone
Don’t look now but there’s the cat
from The Cat In The Hat
riding on the master's coat tails
feeling pretty special
resting on his laurels
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on April 10, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE M sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
Frozen ornaments
with fierce tears
Swallowing the lie raw
Life's fake comedy
discomfort and deterrence
Prefer the stories - grisly
Rolly poly foley kitty cat
Ate a sandwich with a fried-up rat
Coughed up a bit on my welcome mat
Because he did not want to get totally fat
adventuresome kitty cat
materializes at other edge of my driveway
brave to venture in this dog-infested yard
mostly white with caramel face and tail
she stops and stares
startled I am there
because I am silent
I make no moves
the pony dogs are no where in sight
God must be on this creatures side
neither shows up
I know they are out here somewhere
do they not smell or sense this interloper?
she prances up the hill toward the street
I imagine the dogs will give chase
Seconds later they chase each other back to me
from the other side of the house
that cat must have some powerful guardian angels
Barnabas Dracula Kitty
Barnabas darts deep in my closet each dawn
I go feed him at sunset but poof he’s gone
On Halloween night
I spot Barny in flight
His sharp fangs and black cape greeting kids on the lawn
For her eighth birthday she received a gorgeous kitty cat cake
We cannot eat this one! She said to the baker, named Ned.
But that is the reason I came over at five o’clock to bake!
It is too pretty, she told him. We can eat ice cream instead.
I
love
my cat.
She is sweet,
and has become friend,
because I have lost all I love.
We snuggle a lot, we kiss, and play and watch TV.
Always waiting for me to get home and kitty helps me each day to write poetry.
Mewing and meowing commenced right away
The second they built a kitty cat Christmas tree that day
Yawning and sleeping happened in every kitty slot.
Some of them fell off their risers, it happened a lot.
I watch my kitty playing every day,
she insists on it as she is quite spoiled:
true, I am the reason she is this way,
you see she came at five years quite unspoiled;
unable to play- now she is embroiled !
She was a rescue all tattered and scared,
I washed her and tried to get her to play:
dangling toys and rolling balls as she stared,
then, that sad gray cat had a happy way;
now walks with her tail high and a sweet sway !
In the morning she gives kisses and purrs,
and my bed is full of her toys waiting:
she has been bringing all those toys of hers,
meowing loudly while I am sleeping;
I must wake for she is captivating !
I have never had a more serene cat,
but, when she plays it can get wild and rough:
often, she just comes to me for a chat,
at times, she is just some rolling gray fluff ;
I watch till she stops sighing- enough !
My kitty needs the biggest litter box,
because this sweet kitty poops like an ox;
she kicks the litter around,
but, never covers the mound ...
Meows- left you a gift in my inbox !
There's a kitty cat sweet but quite fat.
when she lays on her tummy quite flat;
she looks like a stuffed cat toy,
that anyone could enjoy . . .
But, careful- she's been trained in combat !
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February 25, 2023 (Repost)
Poetry/Limerick/Fat Kitty Cat
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1527-870-25
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Put You Best (one)
Limerick Forward (be like Rico Leffanta)
sponsor, Andrea Dietrich, Judged 03/13/2023
Second Place
Mama Cat tucked her kitten in with as much love as she could.
Knowing the next day, kitty would be on her own, in the wood.
She gave her baby an extra squeeze, thinking she is now full-grown.
As a mother, however, she knew her baby needed to be on her own.
Baby kitty was excited, her adventure in adulting was about to begin.
She enjoyed her mother’s cuddle; her whiskers tickled her chin.
Don’t worry, she said, I will always be your baby, mama, dear.
But adventure was awaiting her now; it was totally clear.
Mama Cat had raised up six litters already, she had great-grand cats.
Some came by once in a while, especially the slow one named Mats.
He felt friendless and peculiar, and he was actually strange and quite odd.
Mama Cat gave her baby an extra cuddle, a wink, a smile and a nod.
soft moccasin feet
gleaming whiskers… deep green eyes
whence that evil stare
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