And so I pray for special help, to somehow understand
the subtle implications of each proud meowed command.

Oh, let me not forget that chairs were put on earth to shred
and what I like to call a lap is actually a bed.

I know it’s really lots to ask but please, oh please, take pity
and though I’m only human, make me worthy of my kitty!

I pray for gourmet kitty snacks,
And someone nice to scratch my back,
For windowsills all warm and bright,
For shadows to explore at night.
I pray I’ll always stay real cool
And keep the secret feline rule
To NEVER tell a human that
The world is really ruled by CATS!

They like to stay
out all night.
And when they`re home,
they like to be left alone
and sleep.

In other words,
every quality
that women hate
in a man,
they love
in a cat.

WHY IS THAT!

You will be sad, I understand.
Don’t let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day more than all the rest,
your love for me must stand the test.

We’ve had so many happy years,
what is to come can hold no fears.
You’d not want me to suffer so.
The time has come, please let me go.

Take me where my needs they’ll tend
and please stay with me till the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me,
until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time that you will see,
the kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
from pain and suffering I’ve been saved.

Please do not grieve it must be you
who had this painful thing to do.
We’ve been so close, we two, these years.
Don’t let your heart hold back its tears.

cats sleep anywhere.

lauren kaunhoven

Oh, what unhappy twist of fate-
Has brought you homeless to my gate?
The gate where once another stood
To beg for shelter, warmth and food.
From that day I ceased to be
The Master of my Destiny

While he, with purr and velvet paw
Became within my house, the Law.
He scratched the furniture and shed,
And claimed the middle of my bed,
He ruled with Arrogance and Pride.
And broke my heart the day he died.
So if you really think, Oh Cat
I’d willingly re-live all that
Because you come, forlorn and thin
Well….Don`t just stand there. Come on In.

Francis Witham.

And yawns in deep content

Accepting all the comforts

That Providence has sent.

Louder he purrs, and louder,

In one glad hymn of praise

For all the night’s adventures,

For quiet restful days.

Life will go on forever,

With all that cat can wish: 

Warmth, and the glad procession

Of fish, and milk and fish.

Only the thought disturbs him

He’s noticed once or twice,

The times are somehow breeding

A nimbler race of mice.

Alexander Gray

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 toilet 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?”

Author unknown

That condescends to share my flat:

I give him of my rationed food

And cater to his every mood.

I’d like to think he’d go to seed

If I weren’t there to meet his need,

And yet the fact is plain to see-

The pesky, doggone cat owns me!

Ruth M Outwater