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This Old Cat

I'm getting on in years,
My coat is turning gray,
My eyes have lost their luster,
My hearing's just okay.
I spend my day dreaming
Of conquests in my past,
Lying near a sunny window
Waiting for it's warm repast.

I remember our first visit,
I was coming to you free,
Hoping you would take me in
And keep me company.
I wasn't young or handsome,
Two years I'd roamed the street.
There were scars upon my face,
I hobbled on my feet.

I could sense your disappointment
As I left my prison cage.
Oh, I hoped you would accept me
And look beyond my age.
You took me out of pity,
I accepted without shame.
Then you grew to love me,
And I admit the same.

I have shared with you your laughter,
You have wet my fur with tears,
We've come to know each other
Throughout these many years.
Just one more hug this morning
Before you drive away,
And know I'll think about you
Throughout your busy day.

The time we've left together
Is a treasured time at that.
My heart is yours forever.
I Promise - This old cat.

Written by K.C. Bigamon

The New Kitten Story

A shivering scrap edges from the cat basket,
and vanishes behind the sofa
"Poor little soul," they say,
"Perhaps a little plaice, a little milk."
"Don't startle her."

By morning she has scattered food across the kitchen.
Established a bed in the linen basket.
Removed the vegetables from the rack.
Shredded a roll of toliet paper.
Climbed the lace curtains - to their detriment.
Walked milk into the passage.
Used her box - with a vigorous displacement of the litter.
And fallen asleep on the stove.

She wakes and beams at the first person down.
"I like it here," she signals.
"How about a game of string?"

Lickety, Splickety, and the Old Tom Cat

Lickety, splickety, very pernickety
Mrs. O'Connolly hustles along on her
Rickety bicycle, cold as an icicle,
Treadalling pedalling meddling on!

and the old
tom cat
stretches slowly
by the fire.

What can the matter be, Mrs. O'Rafferty
Falling all over herself in her worry to
Get to the baker and pick out a cake for a
Jolly-good-gobble-it-down-in-a-hurry!

and the old
tom cat
pads slowly
up the stairs

Oh what calamity, Mrs. O'Flamity
Falls out the window on top of a barrow -
it tumbles and jumbles up Mrs. O'Connolly -
Mrs. O'Rafferty slips down a narrow
Gap down by the gutter and falls in a pothole.
Oh mercy! The poor silly thing is in agony!
Mrs. O'Connolly's under a jag!
Any witnesses please to the dreadful calamity
Come to the Polis and please brig a bottle!

And the old
tom cat
rolls over, smiles, and sleeps.

I'm Only A Cat

I'm only a cat,
and I stay in my place. . .
Up there on your chair,
on your bed or your face!

I'm only a cat,
and I don't finick much. . .
I'm happy with cream
and anchovies and such!

I'm only a cat,
and we'll get along fine. . .
As long as you know
I'm not yours. . .you're all mine!

A Kitten's Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep
The king-size bed is soft and deep..
I sleep right in the center groove
My human cannot hardly move!

I've trapped her legs, she's tucked in tight
And here is where I pass the night
No one disturbs me or dares intrude
Till morning comes and"I want food!"

I sneak up slowly to begin
my nibbles on my human's chin.
She wakes up quickly,
I have sharp teeth-

And my claws I will unsheath
For the morning's here
and it's time to play
always seem to get my way.

So thank you Lord for giving me
This human person that I see.
The one who hugs me and holds me tight
And sacrifices her bed at night!

Cats Are Wonderful Friends

Gentle eyes that see so much,
paws that have the quiet touch,
Purrs to signal "all is well"
and show more love than words could tell.
Graceful movements touched with pride,
a calming presence by our side
A friendship that takes time to grow
Small wonder why we love them so.

Author Unknown

Cats

Cats!
We're cats!
Lankies and skinnies and scruffies and fats;
Cats of all colors and cats of all sizes;
Nosers in dustbins and winners of prizes;
Stalkers on wallers and dozers up treesers;
Loungers on shelfers and scratchers of fleasers;
Long hairies, short hairies, chewed earers, proud tailers;
Mewers and purriers and spitters and wailers;
Burmese and Siamese, Persian and Manx cats, Marmalades,
Tabbies, Chinchillas and Van cats;
Strutters and sidlers and nuzzlers and liers;
Starers through windows and lazers near firers;
Chasers of mousies and catchers of rats;
We're cats!
Cats!

Author Unknown

Three Little Kittens

They lost their mittens
And they began to cry
Oh, mother dear, we sadly fear
Our mitten we have lost.
What!  Lost your mittens,
You naughty kittens!
Then you shall have no pie.
Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
No, you shall have no pie.

The three little kittens
They found their mittens,
And they began to cry,
Oh, mother dear, see here, see here,
Our mittens we have found.
Put on your mittens,
You silly kittens,
And you shall have some pie.
Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,
Oh, let us have some pie.

Why Own a Cat?

There's danger you know.
You can't own just one, for the craving will grow.
There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger
While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stanger
One cat is not trouble, and two are so funny,
The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey
The fifth is delightful, the sixth one's a breeze.
You find you can live with a houseful, with ease.
So how 'bout another? Would you really dare?
They're really quite easy, but Oh Lord, the hair!
With cats on the sofa and cats on the bed,
And crates in the kitchen, its no bother, you said.
They're really no trouble, their manners are great.
What's just one more cat and one more little crate?
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty.
The floor is all footprints, the furniture's dusty.
The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few noseprints and a little more hair?
So let's keep a kitten, you can always have room.
And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom.
There's hardly a limit to the cats you can add
the thought of a cutback, sure makes you feel sad.
Each one is special, so useful, so funny,
The food bill grows larger, you owe the vet money,
Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay,
Except other cat folks, who live the same way.
Your lawn has now died and your shurbs are dead, too.
Your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew.
There's cat food and vitamins, grooming and shots
And entries and travel and motels, which cost lots.
Is it worth it you wonder?  Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favorite comes up and climbs in your lap.
He looks says you're special and you know that you will
Keep all the kittens in spite of the bill.
Some just for showing and some just to breed
And some just for loving, they all fill a need.
Late evenings is awful, you scream and you shout
All the cats on the sofa, who refuse to get up.
The cats and the cat shows, the travel, the thrills
The work and the worry, the pressure, the bills.
The whole thing seems worth it, the cats are your life.
They're charming and funny and offset the strife.
Your lifestyle has changed, things just won't be the same.
Yes, those cats are addictive and so's the cat game!A

A Poem for Cats

And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.

Are you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.

But don't they understand? asked God
That you'll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined.  For all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is. . . .forever and ever and ever.

Eventually they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them
I just am. . . .forever and ever and ever

A Pets Prayer

If it should be, that I grow frail and weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then, you must do what must be done
For this, the last battle, can't be won.
Don't let your grief stay your hand,

For this day more than the rest,
Your love and friendship stand the test.
We've had so many years,
What is to come can hold no fear.
You'd not want me to suffer, so
When the time comes, please let me go.

Take me where my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me to the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you'll see it is a kindness you do for me
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.

Don't grieve it should be you who this thing decides to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years,
Don't let your heart hold tears.
SMILE, FOR WE WALKED TOGETHER FOR AWHILE.

Author Unknown

Two Little Kittens

Two little kittens, one stormy night,
Begun to quarrel, and then to fight;
One had a mouse, the other had none,
And that's the way the quarrel begun.

"I'll have that mouse," said the biggest cat;
"You'll have that mouse?  We'll see about that!"
"I will have that mouse," said the eldest son;
"You shan't have the mouse," said the little one.

I told you before 'twas a stormy night;
When these two little kittens began to fight;
The old woman seized her sweeping broom,
And swept the kittens right out of the room.

The ground was covered with frost and snow
And the two little kittens had no where to go;
So they laid them down on the mat at the door,
While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.

Then they crept in, as quiet as mice,
All wet with snow, and cold as ice,
For they found it was better, that stormy night,
To lie down and sleep to quarrel and fight.

A Kitten Complains

Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble
How those geese and ganders squabble!
Cluck, cluck, quack, quack, quack,
Duck and chickens answer back.
Woof, woof, bark, bark, bark,
Puppies romp around and lark
Moo go the cows, and bulls goes moo,
Oh what a hull-a-ba, hull-aba-loo,
The horse cries neigh and the sheep goes baa-a-a,
Squeak goes the trailer on the farmers car.
The piglets are squealing, grunt, grunt goes the sow.
"Miaow," what a row,
There's such a commotion, how can a cat sleep?
With the noise of the dogs and the cows and the sheep
And the hens and the ducks
And the ganders and geese.
And the squeak of the trailer that's needing some grease,
And the shrieking of the piglets to make matters worse.
But - it's no use complaining, for nobody hears
So I'll hide in the loft and stuff hay in my ears.
Up there, warm and cosy in my coat of fur,
I'll practice my solo, "miaow, purr, purr, purr."

The Meaning of Rescue

Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed,
I'd like to open my baggage,
Lest I forget,
There is so much to carry,
So much to regret.

Hmm. . .Yes, there it is, right on the top,
Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my perch hide Fear and Shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave,
I still have to upack my baggage called Pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.

Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things,
And take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage,
Will you still want me?

Somebody's Cat

Somebody's cat went missing last night,
Somebody's cat had a terrible fright,
Somebody's cat was very brave,
So many kind people his life tried to save.

No-one's name hung from his collar last night,
Just a strip of tape for reflecting the light,
but a small bit of tape can in no way compete,
with so many cars and a busy town street.

Just a number to call would have meant, instead
of kind strangers, she would have held his head,
I wonder if she's sorry she let her cat roam,
when he could have been safe within his own home.

The morning sun would have warmed his soft fur,
as he sat on her lap to wash and to purr,
Somebody's cat gave death quite a fright,
when somebody's cat died last night.