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

The
Miracle of Life
"Come quick, come quick", their mother said "The time is getting near"
She feels that when the kittens come the children should be here.
She told them that a big orange Tom took "Kitty" as his wife
"It's wonderful, a gift from God, the miracle of life"
At half a year young "Kitty" feels too painful and too scared
to appreciate six miracles, blind-eyed and yellow haired.
But she knows these lives depend on her and nature tells her how
and as she cleans them, children ask "Mom, can we go now?"
But now and then for six more weeks the children visit her
to play with six new magic toys made of life and fur.
The six weeks pass, the newness gone and new homes yet unfound,
Mom bundles up six miracles and takes them to the pound,
Where lovingly, with gentle hands and no tears left to cry,
the shelter workers kiss them once and take them off to die.
And "Momma Kitty"now shes called mourns her loss and then,
she's put outside, and of course, she's pregnant once again.
Dad tells "Kitty" STOP THIS NOW or you won't live here long!
but deep inside of Momma Cat, this time something's wrong.
Too young, too small, too often bred now nature's gone awry,
Momma Kitty feels it too and she crawls off to die
She too is freed from this cruel world, and from her time of strife.
How harsh the truth, how high the price this "Miracle of Life"?
Dr. Barry Taylor, DVM

Stray Cat
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 my 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'm willing to relive all that
Because you've come, forlorn and thin
Well -- don't just stand there--come on in!
Francis
Witham

A Cat's Prayer
I ask for the privilege of not being born.....
not to born until you can assure me
of a home and a master to protect me,
and the right to live as long as I am
physically able to enjoy life....
not to be born until my body is
precious and men have ceased to
exploit it because it is cheap and
plentiful.
Author Unknown

Cats Sleep Anywhere
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 cardboad box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don't care! Cats sleep anywhere.
Eleanor Farjeon (1881 - 1965)
  

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