Sunday, April 13, 2014

Jealous Cat


Make noise.
Lots of jangle.  Bang.

Strut about.  Headbutt
Protected only by persistence.

Phone.  Splat of postie's drop.
Arouses more than catnip.

Dinner.  Feign disinterest.
Hope for eager pitch.  Sale.

Evening fare coaxed.  Bowled.
Listen for full exhale.  Then?

Lap is occupied.  Go.

Curl the coat.  Sleep.
Dream unused lives. 



tk/April 2014




R.A.D. Stainforth calmly considers a pussycat: 





*The King of Cats, 1935, Balthus


19 comments:

  1. Perfect description of a cat, and beautifully worded!

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  2. you obviously know cats! Very fun read!

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  3. Love the cat 'list to do' for day! haha

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  4. To dream unused lives... A witty touch indeed.

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  5. "Evening fare coaxed" is my favorite part!

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  6. A cat portrayed to perfection.

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  7. 'Dinner. Feign disinterest.'...that''s a true cat...lovely lines :)

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  8. That darn cat! I so like the thought of unused lives...oh what to do!

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  9. Perfect capture of the mildly disinterested expression on the guys face and in the well-know ever-annoyed attitude of cats. Dream all shall...

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  10. Great poem! The title says it all!

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  11. The flying headbutt is my personal favorite , though hanging from the screen door has been getting a good run lately !

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  12. Dreaming 9 lives worth... No wonder they sleep so much! Nice wander through impressions, Tess.

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  13. Oh, I love this kitty's take on life, perfectly channeled by you. What a charming poem!

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  14. I appreciate your kind comments, dear readers...so does my muse...

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  15. always a wonderful read here!

    love how well you captured the personality of the cat! :)

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  16. Good job taking into the cat mind. The short phrases work really well, at least that's how I've always imagined how my cat thinks.

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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
― O. Henry (and me)