I love my Cats and this page is for them.

 
     

Cats are Wonderful Friends

Gentle eyes that see so much,
paws that have the quiet touch,
Purrs to signal "all is well"
and show more love than words could tell.
Graceful movements touched with pride,
a calming presence by our side -
A friendship that takes time to grow -
Small wonder why we love them so.

Author Unknown

         
   
         
 

The Rum Tum Tugger

The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat:
If you offer him pheasant
he would rather have grouse.
If you put him in a house
he would much prefer a flat,
If you put him in a flat
then he'd rather have a house.
If you set him on a mouse
then he only wants a rat,
If you set him on a rat
then he'd rather chase a mouse.
Yes the Rum Tum Tugger
is a Curious Cat--
And there isn't any call for me
 to shout it:
For he will do
As he do do
And there's no doing anything about it!

The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore:
When you let him in,
then he wants to be out;
He's always on the wrong side
of every door,
And as soon as he's at home,
then he'd like to get about.
He likes to lie in the bureau drawer,
But he makes such a fuss
if he can't get out.

Yes the Rum Tum Tugger
is a Curious Cat--
And there isn't any use for you to doubt it:
For he will do
As he do do
And there's no doing anything about it!

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious beast:
His disobliging ways
are a matter of habit.
If you offer him fish
then he always wants a feast;
When there isn't any fish
then he won't eat rabbit.
If you offer him cream
hen he sniffs and sneers,
For he only likes
what he finds for himself;

So you'll catch him in it right up to the ears,
If you put it away on the larder shelf.
The Rum Tum Tugger
is artful and knowing,
The Rum Tum Tugger
doesn't care for a cuddle;
But he'll leap on your lap
in the middle of your sewing,
For there's nothing
he enjoys like a horrible muddle.
Yes the Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat--
And there isn't any need for me to spout it:
For he will do
As he do do
And there's no doing anything about it!

T. S. Elliot

 
         
 

 
         
 

On a Cat Ageing

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.

Life will go on for ever,
with all that cat can wish:
warmth and the glad procession
of fish and milk and fish.

Only-the thought disturbs him-
he's noticed once or twice,
the times are somehow breeding
a nimbler race of mice.

Alexander Gray

 
         
 

 

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