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A little kitty tale.
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No pictures please,
I'm trying to hunt.
I'll catch these fleas,
Out back or in front.
So if you could
Get out of my way,
I'll lick them good -
You won't need to spray!
I've spotted one!
Hiding by that rock;
I'll swat to stun,
Then while it's in shock
I'll pick it up,
Bring it in and place
It by your cup,
And tongue-wash my face!
~ Marc
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She scampered across the kitchen floor
Searching for that little door
The one that takes her to new places
Seeing birds and friendly faces
Out she steps into the world
Carefully wondering, tail in a curl
Jumping, bouncing through the air
Hopping wildly everywhere
What was that? Her eye caught notice
A little bug came into focus
Red and black and white so sweet
Twirls tiny circles at her feet
A paw’s touch away, gentle though
“I must be careful”, she remembers so
“Hey, watch out!” the little bug said
“You’re going to stomp on my little head!”
Kitty frightened, looks for the door
Ready for home, no need to explore
Time for a nap, she runs away
Returning tomorrow for a day of play
It's just about time for the wildebeest herd to pass by on their way to the watering hole. I can almost taste that nice, juicy wildebeest steak right now. Oh yum. Ah, here they come, with a nice plump one in the lead. And I prepare to spring . . . .
@ Heather - love how the kitten goes to take a nap at the end... just how my kitty is... play, play, play... nap.
@ Hedgie - Perfect internal dialog for a kitty. So made me smile.
Ok,I know I saw that mouse somewhere around here. I will just hide behind these leaves and wait. I will not take my eyes off the prize. I may be small but I am a kitten to be reckoned with.
No pictures please,
I'm trying to hunt.
I'll catch these fleas,
Out back or in front.
So if you could
Get out of my way,
I'll lick them good -
You won't need to spray!
I've spotted one!
Hiding by that rock;
I'll swat to stun,
Then while it's in shock
I'll pick it up,
Bring it in and place
It by your cup,
And tongue-wash my face!
(singing softly to himself)
Gonna pick a little kitty
Gonna put him in a sack
Gonna put a little kitty
In the sack upon my back
Oh yes my little kitties
Meow and Hiss there in my sack
In the water you will go soon
In the water very black...
With intense eyes and senses on alert, she attempted to camouflage under the nearest plant.
She waited without so much flinching a muscle. Her gaze never leaving focus.
Until you came home.
...and, she purred.
I
They wheedle their way into your life,
More demanding than the average wife.
At dinner time, they will implore you
But, for the rest of the day, ignore you.
Preferring instead to put their behind
In the warmest spot that they can find
And there, asleep, they will remain
Until they decide it’s time to eat again.
II
To own a cat you must cede them
The right to decide when to feed them.
Also your choice of favourite chair
And endure their disdainful stare.
It’s nice to stroke them, hear them purr,
If you don’t mind all the discarded fur.
And, should you do anything that rankles,
Farewell the flesh from above your ankles.
III
Accept that you can never tame them.
But get revenge when you name them.
While dogs get solid names, loyal and true,
Like Rex or Rover or Henry or Blue,
Cats get Tiddles, Primrose or Smee
Names that deny their killer pedigree.
A cat wont come when you call him,
Largely because his name appals him.
Memoirs of a Kitty
I was not born into the life of a pet. After my mother had not stood again when the loud monster had hit her, I was found by an older house cat who taught me the ways of being a pet. She taught me how to play without overuse of my claws, and keeping my fur fluffy and clean. This was not easy.
She said humans are lonely creatures and when they give me food, I reward them by rubbing my body on their leg, or by a soft whisper of a meow. This was the way to be chosen by an owner.
Here, in this community, she told me that my final test would be to steal a human heart with a single look. This will be the most difficult task she has given me. Here comes one now...
Hi Laura Jayne,
Thought I would jump in here.
I am just going to add the link here to my Cat Tale:
http://proartz.blogspot.com/2009/01/cat-tale-1-like-moon.html
It's about a cat who, first stalked us, then adopted us.
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