Cat Haiku Link

Mom has been too lazy busy to take any cute photos of me lately, but I thought you all might enjoy some excellent Cat Haiku. Just click here and enjoy.

My Get Well Limerick for Karen Jo

There once was a gal who loved Cats.
Karen Jo was her name, that's a fact.
Her limericks it seems
Were funny and clean;
Cat Blogosphere hits, how 'bout that.

Ode To Spring

Spring has sprung
The grass has riz,
I wonder where
My catnip is.

Other Cats

Go out to play
While I am stuck
Up here all day.

I want to move
Without a doubt,
So then once more
I can go out.

My Story - Part 4

As Junior, the timid feral Cat changed, Dad, the confirmed Cat hater changed too. As Junior discovered that he liked having a human family, Dad discovered that he liked Cats. I've showed you Dad’s poem to me, but his first Cat poem was to Junior:



















Where does Junior go at night?
I see him all the day.
But when the moon is high and bright,
His head where does it lay?

Is there some secret hiding place,
That no one knows but he?
A field or open prairie space,
Or perhaps a forest tree.

Where does Junior go at night?
I sure would like to know.
My curiosity is ripe,
But how could I follow?

His size, his frame is oh so small,
He’s not an ape you see.
A kitten, tiger striped, that’s all,
Without a pedigree.

Where does Junior go at night?
The future it might say.
For now I’ll settle at the sight,
Of Junior in the day.

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If things had continued the way they were, this would be probably Junior’s blog instead of mine. But something happened that changed everything. I’ll tell you about it next time…………………

Another Cat Song

Mom has been working hard on a song for Me and wanted to post it before we get on to My Story. I have decided to be very generous and allow her to post it while Cat songs are still the buzz in the kitty blogosphere.

















To the tune of "How Much is That Doggy in the Window."

Oh look at that kitty in the window,
The one with the black whipping tail
Oh look at that kitty in the window
He’s mine, so he isn’t for sale.

Oh look at that kitty in the window,
The one with the sleek shining fur.
Oh look at that kitty in the window,
If I let him come in, will he purr?

Oh look at that kitty in the window,
The one with the soul piercing stare.
Oh look at that kitty in the window,
I don’t like the look of his glare.

Oh look at that kitty in the window,
The one with the bright flashing eyes
Oh look at that kitty in the window,
I fear he’s too big for his size.

Oh look at that kitty in the window,
The one with the Cheshire-like grin.
Oh look at that kitty in the window,
Perhaps I should let him come in.

Ode to Rascal

Magoo, Smudge, Bella & Dolce started it.

Then Derby issued the challenge.

So Abby wrote one for Sammy.

Grr, Midnight & Cocoa abandoned writing limericks to do it.

I even did one for the 4th of July. But that was before it became popular with Cat bloggers.

So I'm still thinking about it.

In the meantime, here's one my humans wrote for me. Dad is the artist in the family, so he did the artwork. Here it is:

Poochy means my tummy. This is a word I do not like and I will bite anyone who touches my tummy and says “poochy” at the same time!!

The End.

Cats Are Patriotic Too

Please join me in the following, meowed to the tune of “Bonnie Blue Flag.”

Rascal is a kitty kat
Who lies around the house
He’d rather sleep in a favorite spot
Than chase and catch a mouse

Chorus:
Hoorah! Hoorah!
For Kitty Kat rights, hoorah!
Hoorah for the claws and teeth
That leave an indelible scar.

He looked into his food bowl
And said “What have we here,
You’re falling behind in your duties, Mom
So let me bend your ear!"

Chorus

You’ve passed yourself right by me
With out a pet or greet
I think I’ll show my displeasure
By biting at your feet

Chorus


Words by Daniel Tate