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She wakes me in the morning,
With a paw put in my face.
Then she starts meowing,
And runs all over the place.
She just cant wait for her can food,
For as hungry as shell be,
She waits until i get up,
But crawls all over me.
The sound of the can opening excites her,
It makes her taste buds go wild,
And as i put the can down,
I cant help but think i' have got a child.
She greets me at the door whenever i come home,
My house looks like a tornado hit,
For shes mad because i left her alone.
When I finally set down,
You can bet shes not far behind,
She climbs up into to my lap,
And gently she unwinds.
She gnaws her claws into me,
Yes it hurts just a bit,
But she is just a purring loud,
On the couch were we both sit.
When i finally go to bed,
She lies down by feet,
Then when the morning comes,
Shes up and ready to eat!!!!!!!!!!
We have a ginger cat that we love dearly,
But we face the same dilemma with him yearly.
This sleek, loveable and sassy feline,
For the Yule Tree always makes a beeline!
We adorn the tree with delicate gee-gaws with care,
As my friend fixes me with his inscrutable stare.
He watches so innocently as I decorate the tree,
Quivering with excitement anxious to go on his spree!
After the tree is trimmed with things so pretty,
I admonish him, "Now stay away from there, kitty!"
He just twitches his whiskers with a scornful smirk,
Patiently waiting 'till I leave so he can go berserk!
Cozily settled by the fire I hear a resounding crash,
Leap from my chair and cross the room in a flash!
Of course no cat near the tree is there a trace.
I find him in another room innocently washing his face!
Long after the tree is stored for the next Yuletide,
Decorations found under chairs we take in stride.
As they say, Christmas comes but once a year,
So we'll tolerate the mischievous antics of this old dear!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Shark K. Cat sits patiently waiting his chance
Understanding the importance of not showing his hand early.
A lesson in patience and strategy.
He could teach both.
His owner sits amused, watching Shark K. Cat,
admiring his patience and his poker face, wishing
she could take Shark K. Cat to Vegas and let him play poker with the big boys.
Knowing they would both be richer than rich in days if she could.
Shark K. says, “It’s your turn.”
She looks at his face, knowing that he probably has another royal flush.
It’s not the way he is looking at her,
it’s just a hunch, but a good one.
I remember when I was a kid and Snowball cat had her first litter of kittens.
She had four kittens and they were all white just like her, so soft and sweet.
We had to come up with a way of identifying them so we used colored ribbons
tied on the necks. There was Purple Pansy, Red Rose, Blue Boy, and last my
favorite, Orange Streak. Mom said those were only temporary names for now.
She said they would be adopted into forever homes. Oh, I cried about that,
but then Mom said I could take the kittens to the garden to play. So gosh,
that sure did make me happy, and lickety-split I had them in a basket and
off we went. Snowball did not seem to care as she closed her eyes to sleep.
They were afraid of the green grass, they were afraid of the flowers, they just
clung together with great big eyes. Finally I brought them back inside sighing
they hate the garden Mom, I think these are indoor cats . . .
the grass is dew wet
and flowers sway in the breeze . . .
four small meows heard
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June 9, 2019
Poetry/Haibun/Kittens in the Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1151-031-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Gone are the blissfully quiet days
When I’d have the house to myself
When all was quiet and serene
With no one here to pester me
My only interactions being nudges
To fill my food and water bowls
Key in the door I was king of my castle
Now I have to share my space
With a human twenty-four hours daily
I’m going crazy totally insane
Music tv chatting on the phone
How I crave peace I once knew
Silence ~ am I really asking too much
Surely this can’t be the new normal
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~COVID 2020~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2026, 2nd place 2021, 2nd place 2021
Cats live in the NOW
Cats just want you to BE
Cats have two priorities: LOVE me and FEED me
Cats don’t care if you’ve gained a few pounds
Cats don’t care if you’re not wearing makeup
Lounging will win over exercise and chores every time
Gracefulness comes by making chilling your #1 priority
A good stretch can cure anything
There’s nothing more urgent than showing affection
Being cute and playful works like a magnet
Being elegant and mysterious will go a long way
There’s no greater pleasure than basking in the sun
and
Sometimes doing nothing is what it’s all about
Published in my photo/poetry book ~LESSONS LEARNED FROM CAT SITTING~ 2018
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on October 21, 2017 for contest PICTURE PROMPT CONTEST sponsored by JULIE LEIGH RODEHEAVER - RANKED 3RD
A tiny, glowing, wing-ed creature flies
to homes around the world in every land
compelled to take each tooth we lose and then,
to sneak a coin to sleepers whilst they sigh
as wispy whistles whoosh from holes inside
and taking the milk teeth we lose as planned
when growing up from baby boy to man.
What does a tiny tooth for fairies buy?
Perhaps a car or wand or just some bread?
Ten molars for to rent a fairy flat?
I do believe in fairies, Come on, clap!
And some say that they eat the teeth instead!
Do they get more if they battle the cat?
Who takes their teeth when they grin with a gap?
The large tomcat had a bad attitude most days for sure
But the baby who had been orphaned looked incredibly pure.
The wolves brought her to his door, begged him to take her in.
He saw her tiny pink face, and the baby quiver on her chin.
Okay! He muttered, but I will not like it one tiny bit!
He gave the wolves a scare, throwing a giant tomcat fit.
They backed off and raced back to the woods to howl their glee.
He brought in the basket and frowned at the baby he named T.
Tee loved the tomcat, he was her mom and her dad.
He was her grandparents too, and he was better than bad.
His blustery attitude and his frown mean ways were a cover, you see.
He was soft and empathetic; he did not want anyone to know except T.
Mice scurry in senseless circles
Inside the yawning feed trough
Where they’ve entered, finding
They’re trapped without a exit
They hurry, making haste in fussing
Noiseless and anxiously contemplating
Their fate, their doom or fortune
Will the cat capture a taste?
I see them, know their struggle
They’re trapped in a prison
Of their own making and I leave
The cat there, relishing in it’s play
Moments later, they’re small corpses
Only the cat in its gray stripes
Lingers with the cold dead bodies
It’s freed them from their jailhouse
Euphoric, the cat almost smiles through
Lengthy whiskers that seem to say
“I’ve done my duty – I’ve slayed the varmint”
Purring, it goes on its way, hunting pests
As I sit here with River in my lap,
I drift back in time to the day
he first came to live with us—
small, curious, and ready to stay.
Tiny paws danced around my feet,
a blur of wonder, soft and fast,
turning ordinary moments
into memories meant to last.
He chased the light across the floor,
pounced on shadows, fearless and free,
a little heart so full of life
teaching joy so easily.
Now he rests, curled warm and close,
dreaming softly where he lies,
and I hold every version of him
in this quiet, grateful sigh.
As I sit here with River in my lap,
love whispers low and deep—
some bonds are written for a lifetime,
and some are born to keep.