Posted by Denny on the Stampin and Scrappin Message Board on November 19, 1998
Cats understand the importance of a nap
Cool, cool Kitty
Home is where your cat is
I'm Not Rude, I've Got Cat-i-tude
In this house the cat's in charge
Let sleeping dogs lie.
Meow Spoken Here
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
This house owned by one spoiled rotten cat
When you have a cat, Everyday is Purr-fect
Poem by a litter of red tabby kittens
We donít know who our daddy was,
Donít know, and we donít care.
But everyone who sees us says
He must have had red hair!
Tripping Over the Cat
Tripping over a cat is no small thing.
I resolve to get the day off to a fast start,
Tripping over the cat.
Not tripping over the cat
And tripping ever my own feet
I hear my toes meow.
We go on vacation and board the cat at the vets.
I miss tripping over the cat,
Tripping over a tackle box.
Tripping over a friendís dog I say
"Iím sorry, there must be some mistake."
My small son tripping over a kitten
Illustrates the rest of his life.
Get this clear,
This is my chair.
I sit here.
We can share;
When Iím not home,
Itís your chair.
If I use it
When youíre out?
I am inventing a transparent cat.
When he sits on your newspaper,
Or stands pointedly between you
and you book
You can still read,
When he spends the night on your
navy wool dress
You can still wear it in the morning.
There are drawbacks
Your breakfast bacon may pick up
I Watched Her Smallest Girl
(Hattie S. Clarke)
I watched her smallest girl
totter off to the first day of school
propped between two older sisters,
I watched the woman
watch them also
with her suddenly empty arms
wrapped across her middle,
though the day was warm.
Even when the children had turned the corner,
her eyes clung to that distance that they had filled
and she lowered herself to the porch step.
The cat detached itself gradually
from the dappled space next to the porch.
He moved toward the woman and sat,
slid toward her and sat,
until he was at her feet, watching her watchfulness.
Then he took over her lap
in a breath of movement,
forcing her arms to peel away from herself
and encircle him.
I think she cried
as her fingers toyed at a snag in the soft, gray gur.
But the message was clear
in the upturned, unblinking
wise face of the cat
that no nest should ever be empty.
Hints for Cat-Lovers
(Edith Benedict Hawes)
Feed a yellow cat from willow pattern Ė blue.
Give a black cat his supper from a yellow bowl.
Let the Maltese have a gaudy dish Ė tomato-red will do.
And always feed white kittens from Dresden china.
Something modernistic for the calico cat;
But oh! For a gray Angora, with a white breast,
There is no scheme for soft contentment that
Outdoes a bit of rosy salmon in gray Wedgwood ware!