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Featuring Mr Diesel the Frenchie
“Every dog has his day, unless he loses his tail, then he has a weak-end.”
—June Carter Cash (singer)
Conqueror
Top of the world ma!
Or at least a street turtle
I go this far
So bring on the hurdles
I may be quite small
But I will conquer them all
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Featuring Mr Diesel the Frenchie
“Every dog has his day, unless he loses his tail, then he has a weak-end.”
—June Carter Cash (singer)
Sleepy
The working day is done
I had lots and lots of fun
In my eyes I got sleeping sand
Time to travel to La-La land
Before the morning calls
I wish,
A good night to you all
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Featuring Mr Diesel the Frenchie
“Every dog has his day, unless he loses his tail, then he has a weak-end.”
—June Carter Cash (singer)
Alert
I am well rested
Ready to be tested
For my guardedly duties
Like a true snoopy
I am alert
So bring on the world
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Caturday Poem
Happy with my kitty
So I wrote this little ditty
Why don’t you sing along
To the tune of this familiar song
Soft kitty, warm kitty
Purring on my lap
Sleepy kitty, happy kitty
Why don’t I too take a nap
My little ball of fur
Listening to you purr
Life is kind of a blur
But this is how I prefer
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“The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat” Jules Renard
Caturday Poem
I am a tiger cat
Hear me roar!
My furry stripes
I am wearing proud
Sometimes picking a fight
‘Cause I like being loud
But when groomed and fed
And safely resting in bed
I am a cute little kitty
Without any hissy fitty
I am a soft kitty
Hear me purr
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“In nine lifetimes, you’ll never know as much about your cat as your cat knows about you”
Michel de Montaigne
Caturday Poem
I still remember
That day in September
When a furry bundle of joy
Appeared at my door
And with a loud roar
Shouted: Ahoy!
Over thirty years ago
With four more in tow
With fullest of force
Changing the course
Of my entire life
Without much strife
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A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere” Groucho Marx
Caturday Poem
When the black cat
Was crossing the street
She was chasing a rat
Trying to act discreet
Hiding behind a big hat
Awaiting her treat
The grounded bat
Knew he tasted sweet
Stood still on the mat
There was no time to greet
Only time, for combat
After a long while
Both standing still
Trying to act hostile
But without thrill
So instead of the usual
They decided in mutual
This tale’s end
Will the norm bend
Cat and mouse decided
To shake their paws delighted
The lesson of this tale?
Sometimes it’s good to fail
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“You know, from my point of view, I’m the luckiest cat on the planet” Hugh Hefner
Cats, Cats, Cats
Cats, cats, cats
I see a lots of cats
Cats over there
And cats over here
Even more cats
They are everywhere
Oh, look at the pretty cat
In the window there
What window, where?
Over there, over here
Even more cats
They are everywhere
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“When all candles be out, all cats be grey” John Heywood
The Dame and the White Cat
The dame with her white cat
Stepped in for a quick chat
Sat down and whisked off her hat
Ordered a coffee with milk non-fat
“Good evening dearie”
She said leering
“Nice weather we are having this evening”
That was all she said
Her conversation dropping dead
Just quietly sipping the beverage
As if looking for a leverage
I stood there staring
The silence more than unbearing
Wondering ‘what or who was this stranger
Were we all in danger?’
As if reading my mind
The lady put down the cup
And finally looked up
And with smile made of kind
She stated matter of factually
“I need more cats!”
As ipso facto, this was actually
A store, where one could purchase such things
Posted in Caturday
“When all candles be out, all cats be grey” John Heywood
The Dame and the White Cat
The dame with her white cat
Stepped in for a quick chat
Sat down and whisked off her hat
Ordered a coffee with milk non-fat
“Good evening dearie”
She said leering
“Nice weather we are having this evening”
That was all she said
Her conversation dropping dead
Just quietly sipping the beverage
As if looking for a leverage
I stood there staring
The silence more than unbearing
Wondering ‘what or who was this stranger
Were we all in danger?’
As if reading my mind
The lady put down the cup
And finally looked up
And with smile made of kind
She stated matter of factually
“I need more cats!”
As ipso facto, this was actually
A store, where one could purchase such things
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