He blinks upon the
hearth-rug,
And yawns in deep content,
Accepting all the comforts
That Providence has sent.
Louder he purrs, and louder,
In one glad hymn of praise
For all the night's adventures,
For quiet, restful days.
- Alexander Grey |
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Together, for comfort,
they nudge and
they cuddle,
Looking like one in a
furrball huddle.
- Anonymous |
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Cats sleep anywhere,
Any table, Any chair.
Top of piano,
Window-ledge, In the
middle, On the edge.
Open drawer,
empty shoe,
Anybody's lap will do,
Fitted in a
cardboard box,
In the cupboard,
with your frocks-
Anywhere!
They don't care!
Cats sleep anywhere.
- Eleanor Farjeon |
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My cat: A pal like none
I've ever known. Elusive
when days blend one into
the other, when time
passes and there are
mindless details to tend to.
By my side, along for the
ride when it really counts.
- Anonymous |
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Contessa
Contessa sweet and fair,
With her long, beautiful hair.
Struts around thinking and knowing,
That she is the best of showing.
Tessa is her nickname,
She is one cute dame.
But don't get excited guys,
You won't believe your eyes,
For there is this one fact,
Contessa is a cat.
Teeya Cook
Teeka@webtv.net |
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Saint Jerome's Cat
Saint Jerome in his study kept a great big cat,
It's always in his pictures, with its feet upon the mat.
Did he give it milk to drink, in a little dish?
When it came to Friday's, did he give it fish?
If I lost my little cat, I'd be sad without it;
I should ask Saint Jerome what to do about it;
I should ask Saint Jerome, just because of that,
For he's the only saint I know who kept a kitty cat.
Author Unknown |
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This Old Cat
I'm getting on in years,
My coat is turning grey.
My eyes have lost their luster,
my hearing's just okay.
I spend my whole day dreaming
of conquests in my past,
lying near a sunny window.
Waiting for its warm repast.
I remember our first visit,
I was coming to you free,
hoping you would take me in
and keep me company.
I wasn't young or handsome,
two years I'd roamed the street.
There were scars upon my face,
I hobbled on my feet.
I could sense your disappointment
as I left my prison cage.
Oh , I hoped you would accept me
and look beyond my age.
you took me out of pity,
I accepted without shame.
Then you grew to love me,
and I admit the same.
I have shared with you your laughter,
You have wet my fur with tears.
We've come to know each other
Throughout these many years.
Just one more hug this morning
Before you drive away,
And know I'll think about you
Throughout your busy day.
The time we've left together
Is a treasured time at that.
My heart is yours forever.
I promise . . . This Old Cat.
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Cat Kisses
Sandpaper kisses
On a cheek or a chin -
That is the way
for a day to begin!
Sandpaper kisses
A cuddle and a purr.
I have an alarm clock
That's covered in fur!
Author Unknown |
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From Your Cat
Remember me always, but do not grieve for me too long.
I have tried always to comfort you in times of sorrow, and have made every effort
to add joy to your life.
I never wanted
to cause you pain.
Peace for me is certain now, and I suspect I will have
eternal sleep
in the earth
I have loved so well.
Please, after your
period of grieving for me,
make room in your heart for another.
You are the kind of
human being
that should
always have a friend
like me to love.
Your kind and gentle heart should not be wasted on my memory for too long.
Give your
love to another. I know your new friend will never take my place, because we had something
very special.
You loved me very much
and I loved you.
My spirit will always be with you, and no matter how deep my sleep,
my grateful heart
will always be purring for you.
- A Cat Lover |
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Monday's kitty is fair of face;
Tuesday's kitty is full of grace;
Wednesday's kitty is full of woe;
Thursday's kitty has far to go;
Friday's kitty is loving and giving;
Saturday's kitty works hard for a living;
But the kitty that is born on the Sabbath day
Is blithe and bonny, good and gay |
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This is our house
And these are our pets.
This is their home
And you are their guest.
If you find these pets a peeve,
Then by all means
Feel free to leave! |
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As I was going to St Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits:
Kits, cats, sacks, wives,
How many were going
to St. Ives? |
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He blinks upon the hearth-rug,
And yawns in deep content,
Accepting all the comforts
That Providence has sent.
Louder he purrs, and louder,
In one glad hymn of praise
For all the night's adventures,
For quiet, restful days.
- Alexander Grey |
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