You might consider this week’s post a bit unusual. Well, it is certainly different. Life has gotten in the way of my usual article about cats, as I am immersed in an editing/proofreading chore for my plant book, Plant Lore of an Alaskan Island.
With the help of a knowledgeable friend, I am working hard to prepare a third edition of the book, hoping to have it printed before the end of the year. Therefore, I have not had time for research and writing, and have resorted to a shortened method.
Read on to discover a short poem that I wrote quickly and that required minimal time. I do hope you enjoy it!
IF YOU HAVE A CAT
If you have a cat, you'll never lonely be,
He'll grace your home
And warm your heart
And keep you company.
If you have a cat, she can become a friend,
Just learn her ways,
And love returned
Rewards you in the end.
If you have a cat, his antics are such fun,
He loves to play
At many games
You'll laugh at every one.
If you have a cat, respect her different ways
Appreciate
And care for her
Her purr will be your praise
If you have a cat, and treat him as you should,
You'll bless your life
And his as well
With much that you'll find good!
If you have a cat...
I love this poem! So much real truth in it!
So glad you liked it, Mary! When no other info is available for a blog, look to the cat — he/she will provide subject matter.
(Here’s one I wrote ever so long ago!!
The Cat’s Side of IT Elaine Pinkston (Faber) 1960
The alley cat lives a lonely life,
mad at his friends, and mad at his wife
When you’re mad at the guys and mad at the gals
Who’s a cat got, with whom to be pals?
The lonely vigil of a backyard post,
unto the night, playing the host
A bottle, a brick, soon lay at your feet,
But who’s a cat go? Again I repeat
When ya’ sleep all day and you roam all night
your nerves can soon be in a terrible plight
But’ya’ gotta’ have friends, be it only the moon
So ya’ open your mouth and you let fly a tune.
O, then the things you can hear folks say
that are sleeping away the best part of the day
You’d think they’d be happy to hear my song,
After all, what does a human do all day long?
But gamble and smoke, and loaf in the park
and ruin the day with some foolish lark
They waste the day, and then cuss in the night
When I try to inform them of MY pitiful plight.
So what’ a cat do when he hasn’t a friend
And he hasn’t a wife on whom to depend
You’d think they’d be helpful, but instead they just gripe
When I cry out my vengeance on the fence post at night.
Thanks, Elaine! It’s always good to get the cat’s view of things.