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 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.

KC Bingamon

Purrfectly Contented

When the housework is done,
It's time to sit and rest.
She climbs upon my lap,
And cuddles on my chest.

She purrs and nudges softly,
Her head rubs back and forth.
A tail swishes in my face,
Her tongue is very coarse.

She stays until she's finished,
Then jumps down on the floor.
She roams around my feet and legs,
And really wants some more>

She knows just what she needs,
And lets you know it to.
So persistant is her way,
You cannot make her choose.

She is a pet and a friend,
A companion when alone.
Her presence makes me happy,
She makes our house a home.

Clara Ashmore

A Cat in My Lap

I know I have a lot to do,
So many things - see them through.
There are clothes to clean, grass to mow,
Cookies to bake, seeds to sow.
But I really can't do all these things in a snap>
Because, you see, there's a cat in my lap.

He stretches and rolls and gives me a wink,
From his sleepy gold eyes - just a small blink.
I smooth his long tail and tickle his tummy,
He yawns and purrs to tell me that's yummy.
The telephone rings. The paper boy taps.
No move do I make. There's a cat in my lap.

Bright sunlight dances across the floor,
To warm my small friend just a bit more.
A happy prisoner am I in my chair -
Some moments of peace - not a care.
I think I'll take a little nap,
With this soft, furry ball, a cat in my lap.

Karen Boxell

Caring Cats

Appearing to be, just little brats,
Nevertheless, they are caring cats.
Qualified to leap, to unreachable heights
Always more frisky, particularly at night.
Able to run sideways, even on walls
Keeping in balance, never to fall.
Accused of being finicky, when I call it class
An affectionate nature, there caring cats.
When talking to a cat, to make you aware
They shift their ears, to tell you they hear.
The light that shines, from their eyes at night
Alone in the dark, a mysterious sight.
Captivating your love, with a relaxing purr
Displaying affection, attentive to words.
Their spirited nature, being mischievous cats
Compassionate felines, their caring cats.

T.A.S.Yoder