Cat Poetry

LEAVE THAT CAT ALONE, TYRONE!

Leave that cat alone, Tyrone,
But Tyrone wants to pat the cat.
Please leave that poor cat alone, Tyrone,
But he wants the cat and that's that.

Poor Puss just wishes for a quiet life,
Not one on the run, full of trouble and strife,
So he hisses and spits and duck dives in vain,
Tyrone’s constant patting is really a pain.

Tyrone is howling and nursing a scratch,
So he hatches a scheme – for the cat he must catch!
While Puss is peacefully having a rest,
Tyrone will attempt a quick pat on its chest.

He’ll hide and sneak and crawl and creep,
And tackle the cat while it’s still fast asleep!
But luckily Tyrone’s Mummy walks by,
And wonders why Tyrone is looking so sly.

I just want to pat him - it’s really not fair,
I just want to show him that I really do care,
But we always end up in a wrestling match,
And I end up howling and nursing a scratch”

Mummy said, “Let me tell you ‘bout an old secret,
Of how to pat cats – can you promise to keep it?
Now carefully listen and do as I do,
Cos’ then I’ll be handing it over to you”

Tyrone nods his head and closely listens in,
“Cats are afraid of boys making a din
So move in very slowly in front of the cat,
It needs to see you - be quite sure of that.

And lastly and softly call out its name”,
And the cat lets her pat it – “Now you do the same”
Tyrone’s breathing begins to quicken,
His hands go clammy but he’s no chicken.

He quietly tippy toes and with a soft tread,
He shakily reaches and pats PUSS’S head.
He's a silky warm ball of velvety fluff,
And Tyrone is careful to not be too rough.

Now they're best friends - Big PUSS loves Tyrone,
He sits on his lap and won't leave him alone!
Now the table have turned with Big PUSS and Tyrone,
"Big PUSS can't you leave poorTyrone alone!"

WITCHING HOUR

Light fades into a hazy dusk,

Darkness slowly creeps in,

Big PUSS turns feral!

Skittering and scampering

Skidding and sliding

His hair on tips - 

His tail a thick bottle brush

It's his witching hour - hush!

A MYSTERY

Chalky footprints on the kitchen bench - 

Big PUSS is not allowed up here.

Why is he smiling at me like that?

 

WELCOME HOME PARTY

Big PUSS is always there,

When I arrive home -

But where does he appear from?

 

BUSY DAY

Big PUSS has had a busy day,

Asleep on the chair in the study.

Is he breathing?

Yes. I nudge him -

And he purrs insanely.

 

I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT

Big PUSS yowls and caterwauls,

"Look at what I've caught"

He has to let everyone -

In the house know about it.

 

REVENGE

Bid PUSS doesn't like suitcases,

Refusing to get out -

Covering my clothes in white fur.

He does it as a reminder,

I've no doubt.

 

COMING HOME

Milling under my feet,

Demanding to be picked up,

There is no peace -

Until I do!

 

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