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Cat
Laughs
SHE
She's
my alarm clock in the morning,
She's my friend and companion at night
And in all the in-between times
She's never out of my sight.
It's
such a lovely feeling
To know she depends on me
For her food and warmth and shelter
So she gives me her love to see.
She plays with her toys; plays hide and seek
She's become the boss of the house!
Yet she has more fun with a walnut shell
Than she does with a catnip mouse!
The
pleasure she gives me is a treasure
She greets me when I come in the door.
She seems to say "I've been lonesome so
Please don't go out anymore!"
She's
my delight, my friend and my prankster
She pounces and jumps up real high
For a ball of yarn or a wiggly string
With a purr or a soft little cry.
She
washes her face after eating.
Keeps her striped fur clean and sleek.
Jumps on my lap for approval and then
Curls herself up for her sleep.
So
I wouldn't give up my kitty
For the world and all of its' gold.
'Cause if my kitty weren't with me
This world would be awfully cold!
SADIE & HENRY - 12 WEEKS OLD
I am Sadie and as I'm the boss I'm telling the story. In any case my brother Henry is far too laid back to put pen to paper.
I am black with white mittens on my front feet, white socks on the back, a white tummy and very elegant large white whiskers. Henry is ginger and white, and may develop into quite a handsome chap.
We just met our new nanny four weeks ago. I have to say she's pretty indecisive and actually chose my other brother and sister first, but within minutes changed her mind.
Our new home was a bit scary at first, but there were some nice tapestry curtains which were excellent for climbing and handy to hide behind.
Henry, I regret to say, forgot himself a couple of times at first when he got over-excited playing. The cushions and throw have been washed and it's all in the past now. Although I have to say he's not very good at covering his doings in the litter tray, so I often have to tidy up after him - boys eh!
Henry ingratiated himself with nanny right from the start (just as well considering the cushion incidents!!), but I took a few days. I have now decided she's ok, though her lap could be bigger - I don't know how we are both going to fit on it when we're grown up.
We
have had a couple of visits to the vet. I was surprised when this friendly
human stuck a needle in my neck. Henry yelped of course and the vet said
he had tough skin, but I think he's just a wimp!
One disappointment is that we are not allowed out at the moment. We've
pleaded, tried to make a run for it and Henry has even tried pawing the
window, but no luck so far.
We still have to work out how to entice moths off the ceiling and also how to say miaow (have tried opening and shutting my mouth, but so far no noise comes out).
Anyway, I must go as Henry is fast asleep on the sofa and it's about time I disturbed him
From Sadie & Fiona Sutton (Nanny)
STRAY
CAT by Francis Witham
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
For 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 in arrogance and pride
And broke my heart the day he died.
So if you really think, oh Cat,
I'd willingly relive all that
Because you come forlorn and thin
Well...don't just stand there...Come on in!
That Funny Old Cat by Virginia Ellis
That
funny, old cat at my house,
Still thinks she is a kitten,
She doesn't seem to understand,
With old age she has been smitten.
She flings herself upon the floor,
Upon her aging back,
She rolls over with her tummy up,
Her message is, "Now scratch."
If I follow her instructions,
I find my scratching hand is clasped,
By four, furry, feline paws,
That reach out, and up, and grasp.
When I take my other hand
To rub her shoulder blade,
My first hand is then released,
But I can't pull the second hand away.
She doesn't care which hand she has,
She loves this little game,
I am the only one, it seems,
In risk of being maimed.
She's such a funny, little cat,
I doubt she will grow up
Her antics still remain the same,
Though, I fear she has slowed up.
I don't think I will tell her,
She's not a kitten any more,
We keep each other feeling young,
I guess that's what we're for.
WANTED
Stories and articles for 'Paws for Thought' the Nine Lives magazine. Please send your stories to (gerry.etherington@tiscali.co.uk ) or snail-mail (address available in the magazine). We also welcome pictures which will make our readers laugh.
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