Best Friends

Milk for the Cat

When the tea is brought at five o'clock,
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there.

At first she pretends, having nothing to do,
She has come in merely to blink by the grate,
But, though tea may be late or the milk may be sour,
She is never late.

And presently her agate eyes
Take a soft large milky haze,
And her independent casual glance
Becomes a stiff, hard gaze.

Then she stamps her claws or lifts her ears,
Or twists her tail and begins to stir,
Till suddenly all her lithe body becomes
One breathing, trembling purr.

The children eat and wriggle and laugh;
The two old ladies stroke their silk:
But the cat is grown small and thin with desire,
Transformed to a creeping lust for milk.

The white saucer like some full moon descends
At last from the clouds of the table above;
She sighs and dreams and thrills and glows,
Transfigured with love.

She nestles over the shining rim,
Buries her chin in the creamy sea;
Her tail hangs loose; each drowsy paw
Is doubled under each bending knee.

A long, dim ecstasy holds her life;
Her world is an infinite shapeless white,
Till her tongue has curled the last holy drop,
Then she sinks back into the night,

Draws and dips her body to heap
Her sleepy nerves in the great arm-chair,
Lies defeated and buried deep
Three or four hours unconscious there.
By: Harold Monro


Oh dear!
Do you think our hats
will impress the Queen???


Where is the pool?

Don't worry - it's a toy.

For Doggie
 Doggy My Sweet Doggy
I’m so glad you’re not a froggy.
They feel slippery and yukky
And act nothing like a puppy.
With just one shot of froggy breath
A flying bug falls to his death.
I hear there is a Prince inside
Who needs my kiss to come alive.


The Prince would quickly ride away
But by my side you’ll always stay.
By Tomi Fratto © (used with permission)


Hunting Lesson # 1 - Birds
They can fly out of tall trees;
WE CAN'T!


I am Cat!
Cat does NOT belong in carrier.

Expensive furniture is just sooooo beautiful...
Good taste is easy to recognize



Get me OUT OF HERE!!!


Honey, Baby, Sweety, 
I'm the Director- that's why!

Absolutely Purr-fect Love 

Was it a marvelous stroke of fate

That brought you to my front door?

Or did you know that I would be charmed

And you would be quickly adored?

 

Your pleading, tiny kitten meow

Went straight from my ears to my heart.

Now you obviously rule this place

As you expected right from the start.

 

Independent is your middle name

You’ll be petted just when you please.

But when you’re in the mood for my love

You are not easily appeased.

 

Generously, you bring home fine gifts

Hunting trophies for me to see.

The frog you dropped in my packed suitcase

Hated to fly so I set him free. 

 

Your tail is a mood barometer

Storm warnings if full left to right.

Straight in the air as you prance away

When you tire of our finger fights.

 

I’ve now become your human to knead,

Soft paws massage my morning hair.

  Your furry head tucked under my chin,

I’ve found purr love beyond compare.

By Tomi Fratto © (used with permission)
Note From The Author: You may e-mail me with comments about my poetry.

Misty Cat, Thank You For Finding Me.

 


This is so much FUN.

OK - So I missed the 60's (& 70's) -
but I'm groovy now
Dear Dogs and Cats,

When I say to move, it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two of you in the way.  

The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food.

Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about this.

Do not think I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Look at videos of dogs and cats sleeping, they can actually curl up in a ball. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space used is nothing but sarcasm.

My compact discs are not miniature Frisbees.

For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. In addition, I have been using the bathroom for years- canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.
                                    
To pacify you I have posted the following message on our front door.....

Rules for Non-pet owners who visit and like to complain about our pets:
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
3. I like my pet better than I like most people.
4. To you it's an animal. To me he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
5. Dogs and cats are better than kids. They eat less, don't ask for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never drive your car, don't hang out with drug using friends, don't drink or smoke, don't worry about buying the latest fashions, don't wear your clothes, don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and if they get pregnant, you can sell the results.

 

Easter Bunny
(by Mary Brandolino)

In memory of all the bunnies we couldn't save.

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 I remember Easter Sunday
It was colorful and fun
The new life that I'd begun
In my new cage.
I was just a little thing
When they brought me from the store
And they put me on the floor
In my cage.
They would take me out to play
Love and pet me all the time
Then at day's end I would climb
In my cage.
But as days and weeks went by
I saw less of them it seemed
Of their loving touch I dreamed
In my cage.
In the night outside their house
I felt sad and so neglected
Often scared and unprotected
In my cage.
In the dry or rainy weather
Sometimes hotter sometimes colder
I just sat there growing older
In my cage.
The cat and dog raced by me
Playing with each other only
While I sat there feeling lonely
In my cage.
Upon the fresh green grass
Children skipped and laughed all day
I could only watch them play
From my cage.
They used to take me out
And let me scamper in the sun
I no longer get to run
In my cage.
Once a cute and cuddly bunny
Like a little ball of cotton
Now I'm grown up and forgotten
In my cage.
I don't know what went wrong
At the home I did inhabit
I just grew to be a rabbit
In my cage.
But they've brought me to the pound
I was once loved and enjoyed
Now I wait to be destroyed
In my cage.

Check out this link: House Rabbits Society

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