Cats sleep anywhere,
Any table, any chair,
Top of piano, window ledge,
In the middle, on the edge,
Open drawer, empty shoe,
Anybody's lap will do,
Fitted in a cardboard box,
In the cupboard with your frocks,
Anywhere ! They don't care !
Cats sleep anywhere
by Eleanor Farjeon
What is a Cat
Gentle eyes that see so much,
Paws that have the quiet touch.
Purrs to signal "all is well "
And show more love than words can tell.
Graceful movements touched with pride,
A calming presence by our side.
A friendship that will last and grow,
Small wonder why we love them so.
They grow a lot bigger, from when there minute.
Dear God, please send me somebody who'll care ! I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair.
My body is aching, it's so racked with pain. And dear God I pray as I run in the rain,
That someone will love me and give me a home. A warm cosy bed I can call my own.
My last owner neglected me and chased me away to rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now, God, I'm tired and hungry and cold. And I'm afraid that I'll never grow old.
They've chased me with sticks and hit me with stones, while I run in the streets just looking for bones s !
I'm not really bad God, please help me if you can. For I have just become a " VICTIM OF MAN !"
I'm wormy, Dear God, And I'm ridden with fleas, and all that I want is an owner to please !
If you find one for me, God, I'll try to be good. I won't run away and I'll do as I should.
I don't think I'll make it too long on my own, cause I'm getting so weak and I'm so all alone.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry, cause I'm so afraid God, That I'm gonna die !
And I've got so much love and devotion to give, that I should be given a new chance to live.
So, Dear God, PLEASE, PLEASE answer my prayer and send me somebody who WILL really care.
I'm getting on in years, my coat is turning gray. My eyes have lost their luster, my hearings 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 streets. 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 without pity, I accepted without shame. Then you grew to love me, and I admit the same. I have shared with you 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. ~Author: KC (sievert) Bingamon~
Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed, all nicely tucked in my warm new bed,
I'd like to open my baggage, lest I forget, there is so much to carry, so much to regret.
Hmmm...Yes, there it is, right on the top, let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my perch hides Fear and Shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave, I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me, but I wasn't good enough _ for they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage? Will you help me unpack? Or will you just look at my things and take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack? To put away my baggage, to never re-pack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see, but I do come with baggage,
Will you still want me?
I once was a cuddly kitten, but now I'm a stray,
` Cause when I was no longer fluffy, they sent me on my way.
They've kept their big watchdog, as he can bark and growl,
But I could fly at strangers, if I caught them on the prowl.
I slink around their garbage can; I mew outside their door;
But it's clear from their behaviour, they don't want me anymore.
Now I'm cold and hungry, and getting very thin,
What have I done to hurt them? Why won't they let me in?
I crouch in sheds and boxes, in my bedraggled fur,
So shivery and dejected, I cannot even purr.
They have another kitten, their children's whole delight;
But probably next Christmas, it will share my wretched plight.
I sit beneath the bushes as she fills my dish each day,
I pray the Lord will care for them as they have cared for me.
by Annette Easdon
I will lend you for a while, a kitten, God said.
He'll bring his charms to gladden you and, should his stay be brief,
You'll always have his memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught below I want this kitten to learn.
I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true,
And from the folk that crowd life's land, I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labour vain ?
Nor hate me when I come to take my kitten home again ?
I fancied that I heard them say " Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done "
For all the joys this kitten brings, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may.
And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay.
But should you call him back much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.
If, by our love, we've managed your wishes to achieve,
Then in memory of him whom we loved, please help us while we grieve.
When our cherished kitten departs this world of strife,
Please send yet another needy soul for us to love all his life.
Kittens, kittens everywhere
Kittens chewing on my hair
Kittens climbing up my jeans
Kittens hanging from the screens
There's a kitten on my shoulder
Will they do this when they're older ?
Kittens fighting on the chairs
Kittens tumbling down the stairs
There's a kitten on my head
There's a kitten in the bread !
There's a kitten in my shoe
I don't believe we have just two !
It's better than being on the streets
But I can see you are not smitten
You have chosen a little kitten.
So yet another day goes by,
I sit and have a little cry
My carer comes, we have some love
I sit and watch the stars above.
She does her best, but it's not home
For I am often here alone.
She tells me someone will come for me,
Take me home, you wait and see.
But I think that no one is aware
So I just sit and think and stare
I sit here waiting, waiting for you
For there is nothing I can do.
Come and get me whoever you are
Come and get me in your car
Let me be what I should be
No longer caged, but living free.
A Cat's Bedtime Prayer
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray this cushy life to keep.
I pray for toys that look like mice,
And some cushions, soft and nice.
For grocery bags where I can hide,
Just like a tiger, crouched inside !
I pray for gourmet kitty snacks,
And someone nice to scratch my back.
For window sills all warm and bright,
And shadows to explore at night.
I pray I'll always stay real cool,
And keep the secret feline rule.
To NEVER tell the humans that,
This world is really ruled by cats !
Any small item is a potential toy
If a human tries to confiscate it, this means that it is a good toy
Run with it under the bed.
Look suitably outraged when the human grabs you and takes it away.
Always watch where it is put so you can steal it later.
Two reliable sources of toys are dresser tops and waste baskets.
There are several types of cat toys.
Bright shiny things, like keys, brooches, or coins should be hidden, so that the other cat(s)
or humans can't play with them.
They are generally good for playing hockey with on uncarpeted floors.
Dangly and/or string-like things, such as shoe-laces, cords, gold chains,
and dental floss also make excellent toys.
They are favourites of humans, who like to drag them across the floor
for us to pounce on.
When a string is dragged under a newspaper or rug, it magically becomes
the Paper/Rug Mouse and should be killed at all costs.
Take care though,
Humans are sneaky and will try to make you lose your Dignity.