The Cat

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics:  On All Things Feline  (posted by Anmol)
Your prompt for today is to consider the nature, lives, times, et al. of our feline friends/enemies/gods/children. You don’t have to write about the cats if you don’t want to do that, but rather imbibe the cat-spirit in your poems.

‘I meant,’ said Ipslore bitterly, ‘what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?’ Death thought about it. ‘Cats,’ he said eventually. ‘Cats are nice.’

                                                                                              — Terry Pratchett, Sourcery


If that is my dinner
I prefer eating out
where the lights are dimmer.
Until then, I shall pout.

I decide when to sit on your lap;
Please do not pick me up.
Our communication has a gap,
you confuse me with a pup.

All in all, I enjoy being stroked
especially behind my ears.
I purr except when I am poked
by children who should not be here.

You know those tiny cat treats?
Well you never give me enough.
Gravy is a must on my chicken meat,
after all, I’m a cute ball of fluff.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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12 Responses to The Cat

  1. robtkistner says:

    Wonderful poem Sara, and the rhyme is smooth and easy — and this is funny! Loved it! 🙂


  2. msjadeli says:

    I see who’s calling the shots in your world. There could be worse masters 🙂


  3. Ha! You denote that individuality of the cats so well — the rhymes and rhythm are spot-on. 🙂


  4. Cats are divas… but give them food and they are content enough to let them pat you a little bit.


  5. memadtwo says:

    That’s just what they are thinking. (K)


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