Today is my birthday (yay!!) and I am happy to celebrate it with you! Before I get lost inside the museums in Cleveland, I would like to share some cat poems for this week’s Poetry Friday. Head over to Buffy’s Blog to see the poetry round-up.
Before I share the poems with you, allow me to tell you a story…
I am not a cat person.
(Or at least I was not.)
I’ve always been a dog lover. Growing up, I was never fond of cats. Until I met Tommy, that is.
Tommy was the ‘shop cat’ where my boyfriend’s dad works. Tommy had a bad habit of running outside and climbing telephone poles. That was when the shop owner suggested that Daniel’s dad take Tommy home where he could be safe.
Tommy is an affectionate attack cat. He is the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide of the feline world. One minute he is sweet, the next minute he is vicious. He tolerates people for the most part, but don’t whine if he attacks you after you provoke him. On days that he is nice, he enjoys being held in your arms like a baby and turns into a purring machine.
Also: Tommy loves butter.
Tommy is the silliest, weirdest cat I’ve ever met in my life. It was love at first bite. ♥
P.S. I still love dogs, but I find cats cuter and funnier now.
I have three poems to contribute this week. The first is a haiku taken from a poetry collection by Michael J. Rosen and Lee White. The book is called The Maine Coon’s Haiku and Other Poems for Cat Lovers. The second and third poems came from another poetry collection entitled Cats Are Cats. The poems were compiled by Nancy Larrick with illustrations by Ed Young.
curled up on your book
cat won’t care what happens next
now’s the only page
– Michael J. Rosen
In the midst
– Valerie Worth
Cats sleep fat and walk thin.
Cats, when they sleep, slump;
When they wake, stretch and begin
Over, pulling their ribs in.
Cats walk thin.
Cats wait in a lump,
Jump in a streak.
Cats, when they jump, are sleek
As a grape slipping its skin —
They have technique
Oh, cats don’t creak.
– Rosalie Moore (from “Catalogue”)