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Conversations With A Cat |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
Conversations With A Cat My steady readers, there must be some Recall my Toby’s requiem. I’ve rescued now another waif. I guess she’s mine; she thinks I’m safe. I hope she works out mighty keen; She looks just like a small Holstein. Her yellow eyes gleam like the sun. I think she’s smart; it will be fun. I’ve set out rules she seems to know. I’m glad she minds, I’m getting slow. ”No sleeping on my bed, you jerk! Well, just at night when hours are dark.” ”Go find a mouse, you feline wretch, Or something slow that you can catch. No counter tops or tables, cat! I hope that you remember that.” ”You cannot sleep upon my lap Go elsewhere now to find a nap. Well, sit beside me on this chair, And please try not to shed your hair.” ”I said, ‘No lap.' Cannot you hear? Do not come sneaking from your chair. Well, if you must, no kneading please. I’ve not got leather pads for knees.” I think I have her trained by now, This creature I call Domino. I run this house: she has to know. Oops, sandbox cleaning, gotta go. For Toby, a Requiem /pip/Forum88/HTML/002147.html [This message has been edited by kayjay (01-24-2005 04:21 PM).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Circa 4/2001 Why Cats own Poets pitty paws pretty please let me lay atop of papers, these, and I shall give you so much more than ever you had hoped of me your adore is all I need but then need is not just what I do for I am the reasons you see through people for cat’s eyes gleam and dream and seem to shine over whiskered movements you call mine cats and poets get along one not needing the other’s greeting giving tender touch to flurry fluff often getting good enough to hold the attention of one cat who really knows where it’s at best reason for poets to be in love with cat’s chemistry when deep in write of poetry, is no matter what the day sun, or rain or misty fog you don’t walk one like a dog. |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
Good grief, Sunshine, what a beautiful response. Thank you' Ken Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
What can I say? I don't understand people but I do understand cats...  |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
A person never owns a house a cat lives in. But we can pretend.  Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
Enjoyed this!  ~Alli~ Happy 2005! |
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wandering glider Senior Member
since 2001-04-04
Posts 501aloft |
enjoyed! have a new little one too a replacement still learning "house rules" (all of us) glider |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
They are a joy, aren't they? Having two, of opposite personalities...it can be quite a treat. You are blessed. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
we only think we rule the homefront the true test is always when you adopt a feline she owns you now |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
They do train us so well, don't they? *S* I wish you and Domino many long happy years of spoiling her rotten... just as she deserves. *G* |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Cats Traipse My Life, Too Somewhere, he’s around 69 now, and he's wishing ol' blue eyes a singularly Sinatra day... his voice raspier now, I would imagine his cat’s cat’s cats still haunting halls of his mind, owning his home, as in leonine tread, they still bring thoughts of yesterday’s conquests back to him no matter who lives there now… tawny coats bringing liquid movement of moments long gone, black fur wraps with green eyes winking, blinking back memories of mornings between thighs he thought he would never forget, what’s her name calicos and coffee newspapers shuffled tousled heads ‘neath sheets feet searching for a quiet piece of cool in the sheet’s corners yes, she and she and she did that and other things his craggy face of then craggier still but sexy, yes, still that look of “come read my mind” what would I give for one day of Rod reading aloud and me, asking questions as they came to mind, or not, just listening listening why cats leave their pawprints throughout his writings, but it’s simple… feline women left their prints everywhere… he must have been a Leo… in another life but I don’t know. I only hope I have nine lives to find out. ~*~ 12 May 01 slightly revised 12 Dec 02 |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
To all who paused to offer thought, I offer thanks as I surely ought. You raise my spirits beyond my dreams; I almost feel like a poet, it seems. Thanks, Ken Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ken...you are a poet!!! I think Domino may be too...if not a poet, then a muse so true! I loved this!  |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Ahh, glad you got a new friend (I did too!) enjoy her now Ken. The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all art and science. |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Thoughts of a dog: oh, he loves me, he feeds me, he gives me a home - he must be a god Thoughts of a cat: oh, he loves me, he feeds me, he gives me a home, I must be a god Gotta love them cats - enjoyed this greatly Susan |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
they do have attitude how could anyone not love em? |
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