A cat is a creature with pins on its paws;
A rather nice set of sharp fangs in its jaws;
You make them disjointed,
Responses are pointed –
You pause with the jaws and the claws as the cause!
When love on the senses of cats there may fall,
They like to stand tall while they’re having a ball;
When cats caterwaul
They give it their all –
Their bawl makes one crawl with them right up their wall!
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Yes! Spot on observation of all that is cat
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I think my two may not agree…Shh! 😀
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Pawsome 🙂 Pawkisses 🙂
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*PURRRR*
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Love this poem, and so true 🙂
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Thank you for sharing a pawesome poem! 🙂
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Pleasure – cats tend to create this sort of inspiration flow!
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‘Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.’ ~Robert A. Heinlein
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The relaxing part is what’s hardest to do with that …
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We have a mad cat we call Oonagh
Who when doors are shut would much sooner
Have them opened so wide
As’f she’d saunter inside
But then walks away! She’s some loon, her!
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At least Mac, after demanding entrance, graciously accepts the opening.
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no cat is “awful”, mon Colonel! 🙂
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True, but this alludes to my poetry!
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Did I forget to mention, I loved your poem too..just got a bit carried away in my cat reply
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I kinda gather you like cats! 🙂
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Yep, and dogs but none too keen on people
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People are a vastly inferior breed!
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Ah, I have cats, one, two and three
I did not find them, they found me.
they looked at house, they looked around
and made decision very sound.
This person here will love and care
we shall stay and make home here
yes, claws are sharp and they sting
but in all five years they never sin.
Toilet always outside the house
occasional present , a dead mouse.
During summer months they like to stray
and sleep in garden night and day
But when one goes missing ,even for a day
There is panic station, calling ‘ puss’ to find this errant stray
When once again, they are found, and return to home
I lecture them about dangers of the need to roam
Then a soft , warm , furry body gets wrapped around my leg,
the purrs and tiny kisses make it okay instead
I know, they know, whythey need to go
but I am only a human , and I do not know
But would I be without them….Never in my life…these are my furry babies..I love with all my heart
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I am honoured with the equivalent of a whole post in one comment! 🙂
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Don,t do that normally , only for special people
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*gratified blush*
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I just heard a caterwaul because of this post, Col.
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Oh so true. A caterwauling cat is not at all pleasant to hear.
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So Irish eyes aren’t smiling? Just caterwauling.
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Fang you for a jawful poem.
You have meowed your point!
(Good one Col!)
Be good naw!
Brian
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