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The Cat Wants OUT

16 Jan

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The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore:
When you let him in, then he wants to be out;
He’s always on the wrong side of every door,
And as soon as he’s at home, then he’d like to get about.

— T. S. Eliot

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Draw Me Like One Of Your French Cats

13 Dec

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Cats Sleep Anywhere

Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open draw, empty shoe, anybody’s lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don’t care! Cats sleep anywhere.

— Eleanor Farjeon

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Every Cat Needs A Friend

7 Dec

Every Cat Needs A Friend

Cats Toys

Cats toys are simple things
A paper ball or a piece of string,
The draft excluders that look like snakes
Some imagination is all it takes.

That cushion that moved
Oh, it must be killed if not disproved,
Yarn that hangs from crochet hooks
Soap bubbles and pages turned in books.

A spider running across the floor
Reflections on the wall or door
Everything within reach of a paw.

Shoe laces that really should be untied
Imaginary mice that are often spied
Making puss cats really wide eyed,
Paper bags and cardboard boxes
Let cats invent their own Fort Knoxes
Each safe to dream of chasing foxes.

To pounce and chase is such great fun
Happiness is in a madcap run
In climbing trees and snoozing in the sun,
Necklaces dangled, their paws to tease
Giving chase to leaves blown in the breeze
Such simple things a cat will please.

Jackie S Brooks (c)

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The Cat’s Chair

30 Nov

The Cat's Chair

Squatter’s Rights

Listen, kitten,
Get this clear,
This is my chair.
I sit here.

Okay, kitty,
We can share;
When I’m not home,
It’s your chair.

Listen cat
How about
If I use it
When you’re out?

— Richard Shaw

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Girl In White Dress With Cat

24 Nov

Girl In White Dress With Cat

Adolphe Jourdan (1825 – 1889)

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Love is Like a Large White Cat

Author: Derek Marquardt

Love is like a large white cat
Sitting on its paws.
You may pet it all you like;
It lives by its own laws.
It comes and goes as it decides
No matter what you say.
It seems the more you want it near,
The more it goes away.

And then when you are quite content
To sit out in the sun
Alone with just your thoughts and dreams,
Not needing anyone,
Out it comes, as if in fear
That somehow you’ll forget,
And jumps up purring in your lap,
Demanding to be pet.

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