Cat Poetry

Cat Poetry:

Poetry has been around since writing came into all our lives. Poetry itself is the ability to express oneself with the act of word rhyming together so that it slide of the tongue well when spoken. In the later age you will also find that poetry has modernized in a way that it does not always rhyme in this paragraphs.

Why this is... I don't know, though can only assume that the creative mind seems to be drawn to these wise and independent creatures.

And cat poetry was written about by many famous and general people alike.

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A kitten with a length of string Is such a pretty, playful thing. A kitten with a leaf to chase Exhibits beauty, form and grace. But I love kittens curled up, wise, With ancient mystery in their eyes

...Salvatore Marsiglia



 

Cat Kisses

Sandpaper kisses on a cheek or a chin that is the way for a day to begin

Sandpaper kisses a cuddle and a purr I have an alarm clock that's covered in fur!

...Author Unknown


 

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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The cat went here and there And the moon spun round like a top, And the nearest kin of the moon, The creeping cat, looked up.

...William Butler Yeats


 

Why Own A Cat?
 

There's a 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 stranger 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 ones'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 nose prints and a little more hair? So let's keep a kitten, you can always find 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 shrubs 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.

His look says you're special and you know that you will Keep all of 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 evening is awful, you scream and you shout At 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!

...Author Unknown



 

The Kitten And The Falling Leaves

That way look, my infant, lo! What a pretty baby-show! See the kitten on the wall, sporting with the leaves that fall. Withered leaves - one - two and three from the lofty elder tree. Though the calm and frosty air, of this morning bright and fair. Eddying round and round they sink, softly, slowly; one might think. From the motions that are made, every little leaf conveyed Sylph or Faery hither tending, to this lower world descending. Each invisible and mute, in his wavering parachute.

But the Kitten, how she starts, crouches, stretches, paws, and darts! First at one, and then its fellow, just as light and just as yellow. There are many now - now one, now they stop and there are none: What intenseness of desire, in her upward eye of fire! With a tiger-leap half-way, now she meets the coming prey. lets it go as fast, and then; Has it in her power again. Now she works with three or four, like an Indian conjuror; quick as he in feats of art, far beyond in joy of heart. Where her antics played in the eye, of a thousand standers-by, clapping hands with shout and stare, what would little Tabby care! For the plaudits of the crowd? Over happy to be proud, over wealthy in the treasure of her exceeding pleasure!

...William Wordsworth


 

Milk for the Cat
 

When the tea is brought at five o'clock, And all the neat curtains are drawn with care, The little black cat with bright green eyes Is suddenly purring there.

At first she pretends, having nothing to do, She has come in merely to blink by the grate, But, though tea may be late or the milk may be sour, She is never late.

And presently her agate eyes Take a soft large milky haze, And her independent casual glance Becomes a stiff, hard gaze.

Then she stamps her claws or lifts her ears, Or twists her tail and begins to stir, Till suddenly all her lithe body becomes One breathing, trembling purr.

The children eat and wriggle and laugh; The two old ladies stroke their silk: But the cat is grown small and thin with desire, Transformed to a creeping lust for milk.

The white saucer like some full moon descends At last from the clouds of the table above; She sighs and dreams and thrills and glows, Transfigured with love.

She nestles over the shining rim, Buries her chin in the creamy sea; Her tail hangs loose; each drowsy paw Is doubled under each bending knee.

A long, dim ecstasy holds her life; Her world is an infinite shapeless white, Till her tongue has curled the last holy drop, Then she sinks back into the night,

Draws and dips her body to heap Her sleepy nerves in the great arm-chair, Lies defeated and buried deep Three or four hours unconscious there.

...Harold Monro


 

A Cat's Christmas
 

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse

'Cuz the cat had pounced on him and tore him apart - Ate his mousey intestimes and chewed up his heart.

Kitty thought he heard sleighbells, which made him take pause- He stopped daintily licking the blood from his claws.

"Must be Santa," thought kitty (that quite clever cat) 'Cuz nobody else climbs down the chimney like that.

Indeed it was ol' Santa, so jolly and fat With a huge load of presents and all for the cat

"Wow, the best Christmas ever!" Kitty thought with a purr, Then he coughed up a hairball and shed some more fur.

...Author Unknown

St. Jerome's Cat St. Jerome in his study kept a great big cat, It's always in his pictures, with its feet upon the mat. Did he give it milk to drink, in a little dish? When it came to Friday's, did he give it fish? If I lost my little cat, I'd be sad without it; I should ask St. Jeremy what to do about it; I should ask St. Jeremy, just because of that, For he's the only saint I know who kept a kitty cat.

...Author Unknown

What Is A Cat Gentle eyes that see so much, paws that have the quiet touch.

Purrs to signal "all is well" and show more love than words can tell.

Graceful movements touched with pride, a calming presence by our side.

A friendship that will last and grow, small wonder why we love them so.

...Author Unknown
 

All I Need To Know About Life

Life is hard, then you nap. One day ignore people, the next day annoy them. When in doubt cop an attitude. Curiosity never killed anything except maybe a few hours. Climb your way to the top, that's why the drapes are there. Never sleep alone when you can sleep on someone's face. If you're not receiving enough attention, try knocking over several expensive lamps. Make your mark in the world or at least spray each corner. When you go out into the world, remember: being placed on a pedestal is a right, not a privilege.

...Author Unknown

 

A Cat'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 can 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 I 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.

...Author Unknown

Training Your Human
 

Training your human is a thankless task. "Why bother with it?", some kittens may ask. The fate of the world is the issue at hand, as felines worldwide stake a claim for their land. Make no bones about it, we cats own the joint. We spray in the corners to drive home the point.

Some say the meek shall inherit the Earth, But they've no fangs or claws, for what that's worth. The cat is the ultimate species, you see, We're poised to usurp man's authority. These silly old humans who cannot play nice! We cats are peaceful, we hate only mice.

Just what does training your human entail? A host of fun things you must do without fail: The sofas and rugs need a little makeover. The La-Z-Boy's target for kitty takeover. Then sleep on clean towels placed in the guest bath. And make their best clothing a target of wrath.

Tear down those new drapes with a quick forceful tug. Then tatter the pile of the new Berber rug. And when they are sleeping, you block off their nose, paw at their lower lip, chew on their toes. Strut on the mantle. If they give any flack, knock down their trophies and all bric-a-brac.

Shed on mom's new velvet black evening gown, as she's headed out for a night on the town. If they leave you home all alone for the night, (Any human doing this can't be all that bright), They're telling you by leaving, it's perfectly all right, To totally redecorate 'til dawn's early light. Knock over tables and chew up the fern. Hurry, go faster! Soon, they'll return...

When they try to punish, you mustn't show concern. (All attempts of discipline a pussycat should spurn.) A snide flick of tail will convey no remorse, but they will try harder to scold you, of course! So, hide in the closet until they forget, and then launch out just like an F-14 jet.

Tear up their ankle, their forearm, their hand, then when they've had all the pain they can stand, dart from the room while they call 9-1-1, and celebrate victory: The felines have won! To humans, however, the battle's begun, as they steep in their anger and wish for a gun.

Pathetic and lumbering and clumsy to boot, My friend, human dominance is really a hoot. Take charge in your home. It's destiny, meow. (The verses above have already told how.) So sleep for an hour, and then grab some chow, And then train your human, beginning right now.

...Author Unknown


 

When God Made Cats

When God made the world, He chose to put animals in it, and decided to give each whatever it wanted. All the animals formed a long line before His throne, and the cat quietly went to the end of the line. To the elephant and the bear He gave strength, to the rabbit and the deer, swiftness; to the owl, the ability to see at night, to the birds and the butterflies, great beauty; to the fox, cunning; to the monkey, intelligence; to the dog, loyalty; to the lion, courage; to the otter, playfulness. And all these were things the animals begged of God. At last he came to the end of the line, and there sat the little cat, waiting patiently. "What will YOU have?" God asked the cat.

The cat shrugged modestly. "Oh, whatever scraps you have left over. I don't mind."

"But I'm God. I have everything left over."

"Then I'll have a little of everything, please."

And God gave a great shout of laughter at the cleverness of this small animal, and gave the cat everything she asked for, adding grace and elegance and, only for her, a gentle purr that would always attract humans and assure her a warm and comfortable home.

But he took away her false modesty.

...Lenore Fleischer



 

The Naming Of Cats

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I'm mad as a hatter When I tell you a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

First of all, there's the name that the family use daily, Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James, Such as Victor or Jonathan, George, Bill Bailey -- All of them sensible everyday names.

There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter, Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames; Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter -- But all of them sensible everyday names.

But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular, A name that's peculiar, and more dignified, Else how can he keep his tail perpendicular, Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride? Of names of this kind I can give you a quorum, Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo or Coricopat Such as Bambalurina or else Jellylorum -- Names that never belong to more than one cat.

 But above and beyond there's still one name left over, And that is the name that you will not guess; The name no human research can discover -- But the CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess. When you notice a cat in profound meditation, The reason, I tell you, is always the same.

His mind is engaged in rapt contemplation Of the thought, Of the thought, Of the thought of his name: His ineffable effable Effanineffable Deep and inscrutable singular name.

...T. S. Eliot

 

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 its 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.

...©KC Bingamon for Misty- Dawn 1998

 

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!

...Author Unknown

 

How to give your cat a pill

1. Grasp cat firmly in your arms. Cradle its head on your elbow, just as if you were giving baby a bottle. Coo confidently, "That’s a nice kitty." Drop pill into its mouth.

2. Retrieve cat from top of lamp and pill from under sofa.

3. Follow same procedure as in 1, but hold cat’s front paws down with left hand and back paws down with elbow of right arm. Poke pill into its mouth with right forefinger.

4. Retrieve cat from under bed. Get new pill from bottle. (Resist impulse to get new cat.)

5. Again proceed as in 1, except when you have cat firmly cradled in bottle-feeding position, sit down on edge of chair, fold your torso over cat, bring your right hand over your left elbow, open cat’s mouth by lifting the upper jaw and pop the pill in - quickly. Since your head is down by your knees, you won’t be able to see what you’re doing. That’s just as well.

6. Leave cat hanging on drapes. Leave pill in your hair.

7. If you’re a woman, have a good cry. If you’re a man, have a good cry.

8. Now pull yourself together. Who’s the boss here anyway? Retrieve cat and pill. Assuming position 1, say sternly, "Who’s the boss here, anyway?" Open cat’s mouth, take pill and...Oooops!

9. This isn’t working, is it? Collapse and think. Aha! Those flashing claws are causing the chaos.

10. Crawl to linen closet. Drag back large beach towel. Spread towel on floor.

11. Retrieve cat from kitchen counter and pill from potted plant.

12. Spread cat on towel near one end with its head over long edge.

13. Flatten cat’s front and back legs over its stomach. (Resist impulse to flatten cat.)

14. Roll cat in towel. Work fast; time and tabbies wait for no man or woman.

15. Resume position 1. Rotate your left hand to cat’s head. Press its mouth at the jaw hinges like opening the petals of a snapdragon.

16. Drop pill into cat’s mouth and poke gently. Voila! It’s done.

17. Vacuum up loose fur (cat’s). Apply bandages to wounds (yours).

18. Take two aspirins and lie down.

19. Forget aspirin, drink glass of wine and lie down.

Unknown Title You see the beauty of the world Through eyes of unalloyed content, And in my study chair up curled, Move me to pensive wonderment.

I wish I knew your trick of thought, The perfect balance of your ways; They seem an inspiration, caught From other laws in older days.

...Author Unknown



 

A newly discovered chapter in the Book of Genesis has provided the answer to "Where do pets come from?"
 

Adam said, "Lord, when I was in the garden, you walked with me every day. Now I do not see you anymore. I am lonesome here and it is difficult for me to remember how much you love me." And God said, "No problem! I will create a companion for you that will be with you forever and who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you will know that I love you even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourself." And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam.

And it was a good animal. And God was pleased. And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and he wagged his tail.

And Adam said, "Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom and I cannot think of a name for this new animal." And God said, "No problem! Because I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG." And Dog lived with Adam and was a companion to him and loved him.

And Adam was comforted. And God was pleased. And Dog was content and wagged his tail.

After a while, it came to pass that Adam's guardian angel came to the Lord and said, "Lord, Adam has become filled with pride. He struts and preens like a peacock and he believes he is worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught him that he is loved, but perhaps too well." And the Lord said, "No problem! I will create for him a companion who will be with him forever and who will see him as he is. The companion will remind him of his limitations, so he will know that he is not always worthy of adoration."

And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam. And Cat would not obey Adam. And when Adam gazed into Cat's eyes, he was reminded that he was not the supreme being. And Adam learned humility. And God was pleased. And Adam was greatly improved. And Dog was happy. And Cat didn't care one way or the other.

...Author Unknown

 

quick as he in feats of art, far beyond in joy of heart. Where her antics played in the eye, of a thousand standers-by, clapping hands with shout and stare, what would little Tabby care! For the plaudits of the crowd? Over happy to be proud, over wealthy in the treasure of her exceeding pleasure!

...William Wordsworth