Cat Challenge 3

[Brigid Briton]

Write a poem about this cat, or your own cat.




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[Brigid Briton]

OK, here's my entry:

Your mother
came from the run-down trailer park,
and told me she was homeless.

She’d been around,
but then chose me to give you
and your little black sister
a place to come into this world.

From a laundry basket
in a tiny closet,
where she trusted me to hold you
in the palm of my hand,
you ascended to your rightful place
atop my bed,

where you kneaded your way
into my heart.


Note: This entire cat family is still with me, ten years later.

[rhumour]

In Darkened Lair...


His eyes grew vivid late at night
Their glow once seen gave many a fright
Bright green and close huddled together
Out and about in all kinds of weather

Ginger hairs were sometimes found
Where some victims lay on the ground
Forensic men could not be sure
Who left those bodies by the door

And still the corpses came most days
Bitten in some frightful ways
Could none apprehend this lithesome killer
Whose habits were a real life thriller

Then as the dawn edged into view
Our culprit knew what he must do
Slinking to his secret hideaway
Until the next night takes away the day

Yet though some tried to see quite where
None had ever found his darkened lair
In amongst the cobwebs others dread
A ginger tom cat in Joe's old potting shed....

©Rhumour
September 5th 2011

[Brigid Briton]

Hiya Dave!

Good one!

Anybody else?

[thisismyengland]

sure, sure, I'm game... now ladies, you DID say that the occasional naughty word is permissable... I need to bung a couple in because I'm quoting my old dad just about verbatim here and it loses something if I tone him down. Big sorry to anyone offended. Also, this isn't about one cat, it's about TWO of them. Two for the price of one!!! BOGOF!! What value!!

cats

if she liked people,
if she liked this life...
well, she never let on,
that skinny black quickbitch,
anger spitting atcha,
shivering misery,
crying foul
in a rainstorm and
up a tree:
glowering down
like you were the dumb one

well,
I cried my eyes out
when the damn thing dashed
under the wheels
of the postman's van,
and gave up the ninth life

so,
she got replaced:

a smiling-fat, simple-ginger eunuch:
gentle,
still,
beatific,
blissed out.

unlike my dad:

"that fucking thing!!!
it's shit all over my suit!!!
GET IT OUT OF HERE,
GET IT OUT OF HERE
or I'LL KILL IT,
it's going back to the shelter or
so help me god
I'll wring
its fucking NECK."

[diannet]

What a stunning pussycat...love the picture! Time I love your poem, I know you like to be an obscurantist (is that the term) but this poem was great, very touching in its own way.

Brigid that is a lovely story, can I ask how many cats do you have?
Rhumour, your poem reminds me of my Princess when I was a kid, she used to leave dead things at the front door and I buried them.

[Brigid Briton]

Hi "time", I found your poem quite real and pretty sad. As a person who has tolerated cat hair, excrement and effluvia in all forms and in all sorts of locations (as well as the grisly gifts described by rhumour) over the years, I can somewhat identify with your dad. However, it's sad that you probably never had a real pet cat as a child, since your dad was, shall we say, less than tolerant of the feline species. They can be a great source of comfort and amusement, even with all their shortcomings.

I have never heard the term "quickbitch". An interesting word to describe a cat, but quite up to your usual standard of surprising us with words.

Hi Dianne,

I'll be expecting you to weigh in with something Pandalicious very soon!

[heatherwordbender]

Rrrr
Mrrrmrrr
You think to
commune, I see
peering at me
as if your
lack
of furr
gives you the right.

Our gloriousness
is not in
this marmalade coat
these battle scars
or even
muffed and outstretched
furry padded paws

Shall we
let you gaze a bit?
Perhaps the
education
will do you good

Besides which
This spot
pleases


and by the way...loved the other entries

[Reilley]

DOGS ARE REPUBLICAN, CATS ARE DEMOCRAT

Cats are obviously Democrat
They live in an urban setting
They prefer to stay close to home
And are touchy feely while petting.

Dogs are Republican and far more rural,
They are disciplined and obedient.
They can be natural leaders
But expect others to clean their environment.

Dogs love adventure, and are tougher on crime
While felines prefer staying at home.
Dogs stick their noses into everyone’s business
And redistrict territory as they roam.

Cats live and let live, are socially open,
And are more likely to experiment with herbs.
Left to themselves, dogs destroy the place,
Then when one barks, they all get disturbed.

Dogs worship at the feet of a higher power
Cats seemingly could not care less.
While dogs seek to serve obsequiously
Cats are a good deal harder to impress.

Cats do not follow, they do not lead
Sometimes they just get in the way
Dogs do not demand entitlement
They’re convinced they will each have their day.

So while some have nothing but love for their dog
And others prefer to idealize the cat,
It is clear that canines are all Republicans
And felines are, as a whole, Democrat.
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I wrote this a while ago based on my own cat, Banjo.

[Fire Monkey]

Cute take on things, nicely expressed.

[thisismyengland]

Right, but are you a Democrat or a Republican or do you take the more nuanced view that both sides suck?

[Reilley]

I'm a registered Independant, I prefer to vote the issues, not the personality.

I see no reason why we can not be socially liberal and fiscally conservative, and there are VERY few politicians I agree with totally.

[Fire Monkey]

Oh course, in Canada we don't have a two party system so the cats and dogs have to divide between more parties and since we tend to not go with the "my part for life" idea, it gets even more complex ... I guess Canadian cats and dogs must tend to be more confused ;D