Posted in Caturday
“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat” Edgar Allan Poe
Rulers of the World
They run your world
Despite whatever you heard
Twisting you around their tall tails
Urging you to run on nails
You will jump when they hail
“Yes Ma’am” you hear yourself say
When they approach you with a sway
And tell you it is time to play
Cats, are the rulers of the world
Sometimes you may hear yourself say “shit”
But you have to admit
You are loving every minute of it
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere” Groucho Marx
Freakish Felines
By those wide eyes
The limber steps
Command respect
You can never own them
Just borrow for a while
But rest assured, the little gems
Will leave you in big smiles
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere” Groucho Marx
Freakish Felines
Freakishly feline
Or a soft purring ball
How easy to unwind
Soon to a sleep fall
Hypnotized …
continued in part two
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat for Caturday
You can look,
But do not touch
And not even of that
Do too much
Because
You should not disturb
The sleeping cat
Or a big hurt
Is a matter of fact!
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat for Caturday
Sleepy eyes
Still a spy
In this house
Maybe a mouse?
‘Oh that louse
Will not escape
My scrape!
No, not this time
No, that would be
A big crime!’
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat for Caturday
Alert, awake
Nothing would shake
The determination
Not leaving this station
For any reason
Except,
For the hunting season
After all,
Next night fall
Would be
Her targets downfall
Posted in Tales of Horror
“When witches go riding,
and black cats are seen,
the moon laughs and whispers,
‘tis near Halloween.”
~Author unknown
Tales
The cat hissed
Her tail totally frizzed
The witch loudly laughed
Stirring her brew with the wooden shaft
“Fear not, my furry kitten
It is not you who will be eaten
It is only the humans, who should be scared”
The witch said with an evil glare
For not many knew
Of the secret, reserved only for a few
The powers witches can share
For those really fair
So better be ware
Of all others take good care
Or at least your own litter
And maybe then
A little something for you the witches leave
Tonight, on all hallows eve
Posted in Caturday
“Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.”
― James Herriot
Tails of the Black Cat
The furry black cat
On the sidewalk sat
Looking for that rat
Who had entered the flat
The flat where the cat
Slept on the mat
Now ready for combat
With the daring rat
Who had woken the cat
From his well earned nap
“Soon I will you catch,
You feisty little rat!
I bet you taste like a bat
And possibly are non-fat
After all that
I will finally have my nap
On my comfy little mat!”
Posted in Caturday
“Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.”
― James Herriot
Tails of the Black Cat
A black cat
On the fence sat
No, not with a hat
Nor even, a rat
And none too fat
“Bring me some fish, stat”
To me she spat
“Oh won’t you look at that,
A feisty little thing of a cat!”
I said
Knowing full well,
I sooner should her have fed
She kept at me staring
With her nostrils flaring
I felt quite daring
Acting non-caring
Cautiously, approaching
With a bowl full of fish things
I could almost hear her sing
When seeing what I’d bring
Now the cat
Who was black
Who on the fence sat
Now nicely did act
And was ready,
For a quick chat
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