I'm a little choked up.
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I'm a little choked up.
Hi PClem,
loads of good stuff in there plus a killer finish (particularly, for me, that third line from the end). Great start to the month!
K.
Oh! A cat that was never born! 31 Nov eh?
Magic-- black hate magic... that is so weird--
As a hater of cat poems, I loved yours
Sorella, flagging on day 1!
Thank you all for the kind words and (heh) sympathy. And here is the cat that drove me crazy for fifteen years and inspired the poem.
How would you like to wake up with THIS in your face every day!?
dammit.
Kitty-ditty...
Sniff.
I loved the lines about the cat pick, pick, picking the nails... TEETH!
This is gonna suck, you know. NaPo I hate hate hate it! I'm gonna curl up in the corner of this box and lick.
PClem,
Read this this morning. Didn't really have a chance to respond. Really enjoyed your eulogy. I feel the same way about dogs.
Tyler
Pay Required: Yes.
Hi, Laurie
Good kick-off. Sorry about your cat. (Being a dog person, my sympathies are with you rather than the deceased.)
Have a great April / Dunc
What? You thought you'd do this without me??
Pclem,
I'se so sorry to read of your recently departed kitty.
I sense through the hyperbolic vitriol how much you miss your feline friend.
Nice that you began with the kitty-ditty, anticipating my annual challenge.
ffGeo
awwwwwwwwwwwww
This was funny but also made it clear that you really do miss your kitty--they are people with fur aren't they.
Dammit, L. I just got my mascara on and was about to leave for work. Thanksafuckinglot. :P Great start. Sorry for your loss.
Thank you everybody. Another damn cat poem.
After the Death of the Last Cat
Having been owned, borrowed and had by cats,
I know seduction, however much I deny it.
Few were invited, though like stray men
they were well practiced at foot in the door.
Even the stray kitten I dressed when I was four,
in doll clothes, had an ulterior motive.
There were the Garfield cats who stole steak
off the counter and knocked perfume bottles over,
the black scrap of fur I kept in a pocket
and fed with a dropper, Watson the neurotic
who hid in a drawer and Teddy
who walked backwards on his hind paws.
There will be no more feline takeovers,
no paw prints on windowsills, counters,
bed or my chest, no wastebasket contents
strewn over floors, I am ignoring all offers
including that tabby who thinks I don’t notice
the overtures or how much he looks
like the last cat. He isn’t getting a foot in
any of my doors.
Famous last words.
"There will be no more feline takeovers"
Yeah right. Sure there won't. Um hm.
<snerk>
I love this one~
~Kathy
Few were invited, though like stray men
they were well practiced at foot in the door.
I like this line; had to chuckle there.
Danielle