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Sunday, May 12, 2019
Felines
This week's prompt is from Tasha:
My prompt this week is to write about cats, kittens or any feline you choose. It could be an animal companion or an imaginary cat story, a cat you have known or one you ould enjoy knowing. Have fun. Tasha
love this one. cats want what they want when they want it. we have someone feeding them in the morning and the first time she came munchkin came screaming that something was wrong and why wasn't I up feeding them.
still tempted to keep them all bonita. still three weeks till they are wiened. though they do enjoy belly flopping in to purry's milk bowl....sigh! got them some kitten toys and they hate them. they prefer daddys socks - love paul.
having become the owner of a junk yard cat and five kittens in recent weeks, this one is too easy for me. think i messed tash's mind up with kitten mush ha ha
TEACHING KITTENS TO SING
up to c on the second verse tiger you are late on the chorus tiny mouse purry snuggles will you keep up with the harmonies and stop that purr no! you aren't going out to climb trees.
quiet now kitties i'll give you the note sigh! yes top cat, you can sleep in my coat crazy cat, do you want to sing or play with your mommies titties? tiger, don't be scared of the harmonica thing the beatles piped in to their bed the kitten chorus dared as long as they are all well fed.
thanks tash. bought a tiny harmonica and covered it in cat milk, so they can blow it with their kitten breath. i need a tamborine for them to bounce on,. then we will be ready to play shea stadium - love paul.
i can also write about drunken, drug addled , crazy women too vic ha ha. kittens all decided to sit in their cat milk today, then lick each others bottoms for an hour. oh well, as long as they get their milk somehow. i need a tiny, tiny drum kit. white tiger is hitting the high c's - love paul.
i was conducting them with a match stick, instead of a batton. blackie really needs to work on his concentration and weeing on the conductor is right out - love paul.
reminded me of a picture I took of our marmalade cat and his feral buddy who looked almost like him and they would sit side by side at the door. love this one
There were two cats. And there was a lady who was still asleep. But the suggestion that there was a liaison, and that the cat going out and the cat coming in are in some ambiguous way a reflection of that liaison...completely fiction. This moment with the cats in the doorway came when I was down in New Jersey working with Neale Godfrey, with whom there was never even a hint of anything but a working partnership, and the only thing I was really unsure of was whether it was ok to let the cats in and out. So the ambiguity was intended, but not because I was trying to offer tantalizing hints about my own life. I am first and foremost a storyteller.
I just want to say something here about Bonnie, and how much the heart of this group she is, and how much I miss seeing a poem from her, and how much my thoughts are with her.
this is so sweet and it did make me feel good. I have been getting up a little every day and my husband insisted I get online for a bit and at least check in here. I wonder if I will ever feel good again. I sleep a lot.
Keeping you in my prayers, There is homeopathic support for cancer and its treatments if you find one,you might also find some help. Wishing you well and sending Love, Tasha
She leaps and twirls dances with grace the other cats watch amazed she leaps from the floor to the refrigerator top They try but fall short landing with a thud far from the gracefulness of the Hidey cat who seems to fly as if she had invisible wings. She's gone now but wherever she is I see her dancing and leaping higher than any of the other cats awing them with her athletic grace
Love this. And a new poem to boot. I hope this means you're regaining some energy. I'm still surprised you didn't already have a multitude of cat poems.
excellent bonita. purry snuggles was leaping and bouncing to catch ghosts yesterday. think tiny mouse has learned to fly. " the secret of flying is to throw your self at the ground and miss " - hitchhikers guide to the galaxy - love paul.
Omens
ReplyDeleteBlack cats cross my path. I walk
under ladders to avoid
them. Glass clatters, hits the floor,
mirrors shatter, startle me
from a deep dream of peace. I
watch black cats cross my dresser,
walk on my chest. They have not
been fed, although the alarm
sounded ten minutes ago.
Evil odors fill the air.
Black cats cross my face, let me
know the litter box is not
fresh. I want to go back
to sleep, but bad luck meows.
I would walk under ladders,
but black cats still cross my life.
Love it! Cats can be such pests! Did you actually rite that at 6AM? How remarkable!
Deletecats everywhere in my flat now. if only white tiger would stop getting stuck behind the fridge, i might get something done - love paul.
DeleteLove the wry menace of this one.
DeleteTasha, no I did not write it at 6AM. I searched my poetry folder for it at 6AM. LOL
Deletelove this one. cats want what they want when they want it. we have someone feeding them in the morning and the first time she came munchkin came screaming that something was wrong and why wasn't I up feeding them.
DeleteTo an Orange Pussycat
ReplyDeleteOh ginger cat with coat so fine
Your soft and gentle paws entwine
My heart, sweet kitty cat oh why
did you have to go and die?
I might have known you'd soon expire
the day you caught your tail on fire,
and then you ate what you ought not
and vomited the awful rot.
We called you, and you did not show
your whiskered face above, below,
until I crawled beneath the house.
Did you consume a poisoned mouse?
Your little corpse was stiff and stark.
We buried you before 'twas dark,
saying a little prayer you'd find
some angel child that would be kind.
This was written a while ago, and I intend to write a new one too, still, I thought it fitting.
Deleteso sad tash. always tough when an animal dies. some people, less so - love - paul.
DeleteWow - an abrupt switch from grand guignol to heartfelt. Effective.
DeleteThis is so sad. The last verse is really hard-hitting.
Deletewow... powerful
DeletePRETTY KITTY
ReplyDeletea white tiger and a valiant tiny mouse
live in my house
top cat and crazy cat live in my hat
purry snuggles has a chuckly purr
while i'm playing kitten wrangler
trying to corral blackie the wanderer.
" what's new pussy cat " - tom jones.
Cute and fun.
DeleteAwesome. As Tasha said, cute and fun. I'd love to see more like this one from you!
Deletehheeeyyyy cute and fun are my middle names....it's allen actually, but we can dream - love paul.
Deletethanks vic. it's hard to be cynical when writing about kittens. remember all those zillions of poems i posted about my dog on gotpoetry? - love paul.
Deleteyou're having too much fun with those kittens... time to find them new homes... love the poem
Deletestill tempted to keep them all bonita. still three weeks till they are wiened. though they do enjoy belly flopping in to purry's milk bowl....sigh! got them some kitten toys and they hate them. they prefer daddys socks - love paul.
Deletehaving become the owner of a junk yard cat and five kittens in recent weeks, this one is too easy for me. think i messed tash's mind up with kitten mush ha ha
ReplyDeleteTEACHING KITTENS TO SING
up to c on the second verse tiger
you are late on the chorus
tiny mouse
purry snuggles will you keep up with the harmonies
and stop that purr
no! you aren't going out to climb trees.
quiet now kitties
i'll give you the note
sigh! yes top cat, you can sleep in my coat
crazy cat, do you want to sing
or play with your mommies titties?
tiger, don't be scared
of the harmonica thing
the beatles piped in to their bed
the kitten chorus dared
as long as they are all well fed.
I like this one.
DeleteGood one, and very entertaining. I really like the way ou create the images of you conducting and the response o our kitties, excellent and fun
DeleteWow! Amazing. You really CAN write about other things than women who you think treated you badly. We need more prompts like this.
Deletethanks tad. the kitten chorus progresses - love paul.
Deletethanks tash. bought a tiny harmonica and covered it in cat milk, so they can blow it with their kitten breath. i need a tamborine for them to bounce on,. then we will be ready to play shea stadium - love paul.
Deletei can also write about drunken, drug addled , crazy women too vic ha ha. kittens all decided to sit in their cat milk today, then lick each others bottoms for an hour. oh well, as long as they get their milk somehow. i need a tiny, tiny drum kit. white tiger is hitting the high c's - love paul.
Deletelove the images you give us with this one. adorable poem!
Deletei was conducting them with a match stick, instead of a batton. blackie really needs to work on his concentration and weeing on the conductor is right out - love paul.
DeleteINFELICITY
ReplyDeleteIn the morning
I find two
cats on either side
of a sliding glass door
a mirror image
but the cat
on the inside has
a saturnine halo
drifting around a
pug face like
a harlequin dog
dodging the police in
Commedia
dell’ arte
counterfeit menace
cloaking close-locked evil
the outside cat
is furtive
but full of purpose
might not be the best trade
but the lady’s
still asleep
I open the door
they pass through each other
with practiced ease
interesting how you categorize your felines. an enjoyaboe read and an interesting set of images.
DeleteI love the ambiguity. I've read it like five times and I'm still not sure if there were actually two cats or a reflection.
Deletesounds like a doppleganger tad. watch those cats. they are tricky - paul.
Deletereminded me of a picture I took of our marmalade cat and his feral buddy who looked almost like him and they would sit side by side at the door. love this one
DeleteThere were two cats. And there was a lady who was still asleep. But the suggestion that there was a liaison, and that the cat going out and the cat coming in are in some ambiguous way a reflection of that liaison...completely fiction. This moment with the cats in the doorway came when I was down in New Jersey working with Neale Godfrey, with whom there was never even a hint of anything but a working partnership, and the only thing I was really unsure of was whether it was ok to let the cats in and out. So the ambiguity was intended, but not because I was trying to offer tantalizing hints about my own life. I am first and foremost a storyteller.
ReplyDeleteI just want to say something here about Bonnie, and how much the heart of this group she is, and how much I miss seeing a poem from her, and how much my thoughts are with her.
ReplyDeleteI agree. I texted her your comment. It said it made her heart feel so good. She's feeling a bit better but not up to getting online yet.
Deletethis is so sweet and it did make me feel good. I have been getting up a little every day and my husband insisted I get online for a bit and at least check in here. I wonder if I will ever feel good again. I sleep a lot.
DeleteKeeping you in my prayers, There is homeopathic support for cancer and its treatments if you find one,you might also find some help. Wishing you well and sending Love, Tasha
DeleteA Short Tale
ReplyDeleteKittens become cats
cats go on to have kittens
kittens grow up fast.
Typo in this necessitated removal to fix. This is the only annoying thing about this site, and I can tolerae it OK.
Deletesometimes too fast tash. herding kittens at 4am, with a flashlight is tricky - love paul.
Deleteso true and the cycle goes on and on
DeleteSpay and neuter!! Cute little poem though.
DeleteTiny Dancer
ReplyDeleteShe leaps and twirls
dances with grace
the other cats watch amazed
she leaps from the floor
to the refrigerator top
They try but fall short
landing with a thud
far from the gracefulness
of the Hidey cat who seems
to fly as if she had
invisible wings. She's gone now
but wherever she is I see her
dancing and leaping higher
than any of the other cats
awing them with her athletic grace
Love this. And a new poem to boot. I hope this means you're regaining some energy. I'm still surprised you didn't already have a multitude of cat poems.
Deleteexcellent bonita. purry snuggles was leaping and bouncing to catch ghosts yesterday. think tiny mouse has learned to fly. " the secret of flying is to throw your self at the ground and miss " - hitchhikers guide to the galaxy - love paul.
DeleteWhat a lovely poem, and so vivid! You are surrounded with spirit cats, I just know it.
DeleteSuch a nice tribute.
ReplyDelete