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Velvet thorned creature
in your party clothes fine
Capering gaily
drunk on mulled wine
O puss you are merry
O puss you are bold
You miaow at the door
to come in from the cold
In my embrace, I’ll hold you tight.
Snug and warm, I watch you sleep.
My arm turns numb where you lay your head.
I can’t feel my hand anymore either.
Your calming noisesYour soft, soothing furYou have always been there for meand I will always be there for you
The thoughtthat anyonecould hurt you…
Breaks my heart.
Cats, round balls of fur.
They move only in blurs.
Does my vision deceive?, Godspeed.
A cat zooming by at topspeed.
Fickle felines are indifferentindependent from their hostinquisitive and leeryskittish as you approach
dollops of dandermighty mousers meander—cats with cattitude.
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Soft pink illuminations trickle through
The thread bare membrane of curtains
Dribbling light down the windows ledge
Have you ever been inspired
by an animal you admired?
They ask "Who inspired you?"
You don't often say "Maine coons"
You may think of your brothers,
your sisters, or Dad,
The truth about cats is everlasting mystery
The slick shadows clinging to fur
Yellow-green eyes opened slowly
Soft vibrations rumbled
The warm heat waved
I love the color periwinkle and I love the smell of rain. I love the touch of skin to skin, I love cats. I love fuzzy socks and onesies and I love crazy lip colors.
Oh my dear egg, I have to be clear,
I’m not very happy with you,
When in my face,
You decide to stick your rear.
A cat with flair,
Cats.
Thin, Plump, and Fat.
Cats.
Loud, Quiet, and Noisy.
Cats.
Sweet, Loving, and Evil.
Cats.
Lazy, Curious, and Active.
Cats.
Soft, Rough, and Smooth.
Cats.
Cats.
She's my constant friend,
love all the time we spend.
My night time cuddle buddy,
and my love unconditionally.
My protector in the darkness,
my constant soft caress.
Running from nothing
Fleeing from the dog
Why won't this cat simply
Lie like a log?
Hoewever crazy he seems
No matter what he acts like
I will always love my cat
The cat is
a calico
with gray and
brown spots
and a cute
pink nose.
She likes to
lay about on
Smiling like an fool,
Greeting me at the door,
Is my little pick me up.
With shiny golden hair,
and those beautiful brown eyes,
Is my little pick me up.
With four little fluffy paws
Words drift into
Oblivion
The night stretches into
Morning
Alarm rings into
Irritation
Dawn breaks into
You are always happy to see me
You never get annoyed when I want to snuggle
You curl up willingly on my lap and head bud my hand as a sign to tell me that you'd like to be petted
There are some days
when life just gets me down
but when I see I'm in this haze
There's someone who I've found
He can't speak our language
and has tiny paws with pointed claws
Some like you hot, others cold,
Either way your taste is bold.
I love the warmth in my hands and the hint of honey I taste.
So sweet and warm with flavors galore, not a drop of tea I would waste.
Tests multiply
Time divides
Adding stress
Subtracting sleep
I need to eat
I reach over and feel the fur
Stress decreases exponentially
Counting whiskers
Timing purrs
Some people say that cats are boring. Some people say that cats are lame. Some people say that are violent. Some even go as far to say they are not as good as dogs. Cats always make everything better to me though.
The days can only get tougher
And life can only get harder-
But when I walk in the door and am greeted by your excitement-
My day can only get better,
And my smile can only get brighter.
Little bodies of fur
Scurring around the house
Trying to catch their tails
Tiny beings of love
Batting at the flies
Buzzing around their head
Quiet meows of desire
Coming home from a long shift
When I step out the car Collete already near
Walking toward the chair my feet hurt
I take a sip of water
My comfort cannot be quench
Only my furry friend Collete
It’s 5AM
and you’re crying
(again).
You’ve climbed,
into my bed,
onto my chest.
You put that cute face in front of mine,
so close,
your whiskers poke
Fat Cats
And Sunggly
Blankets make rainy days
And book readings wonderfully
Sunny
On the sunny slope
Goro the cat is waiting
And watching, keen-eyed
At the newly soft spring ground
For the fresh mice newly born.
In truth, how can I
Bring this kind of commitment
Little Rowena, I wish you were here.
I remember the first day I met you.
You came out of nowhere and meowed at me.
I would look for you other days but you'd disappear.
You were absolutely endearing and cute.
once upon a time i was zack,
zack had a black cat. That cat liked
to hid in some sacks in a shack,
its ok the shack was all black.
zack likes to keep it OG, so he stays all
dressed in black.
I’m a fool to say it
But you are my world
You are my joy and happiness
My comfort without asking
Not everyone understands
Because you’re a cat
But you are mine
And I am your human
I can’t stand my cat
My cat sticks to dark clothing like a straight A report card sticks to the fridge
My cat stands on my head as if it’s the Golden Gate bridge and he’s a jumper
I remember a couple years ago sitting on my couch.
No knock.
No soul.
No sound.
No sound of blithe.
Stared into the eyes of the TV almost as if there was a way for it to comfort me..
A cat, still very wild, thirsts in a desert.
An island in a sea of sand,
an ethereal woman, too kind,
a thirst is quenched,
and past lives remembered.
The cat perches on a lap,
content for a decade.
Come hither my cats,
let me sing you
a lullaby.
Sleep in my arms,
lay in the bed of
lavender.
Listen to the song
of sleep, and let
it linger in your ears.
The night has come
The first,
She was a beautiful,
Little girl with such unique,
Interesting markings.
I loved her.
She was my best friend.
If I was happy,
It seemed she would celebrate with me.
Big and black,
white under neck,
white on paws and under belly,
furry and warm,
smells like feathers.
Always sleeping,
always licking,
meticulously cleaning fur.
Laying on my bed,
What are you doing, little creature,
with your tiny, furry paws
and wide, shining eyes
full of bright energy?
With your tiny, furry paws,
you swat at the tassels,
full of bright energy,
Horses, horses, horses
Oh how I love horses
Buckskins, Chestnuts, Appaloosa's,
Pintos and colts, Halleluja!
The wind blowing through their manes
The sound of hooves on the plains
Don,t look for this cat to sleep on your bed-----
Outside you'll find this wild cat to wow you instead,
The lynx is a wild cat of North America, that could weigh 300 pounds or still more,
Note: A short story based of of the Warrior Cats book series written by Erin Hunter.
Pigs, chickens, cows, and goats.
Products on my shelf.
Unable to speak as I rip off thier coats.
Like children, you are always getting into “things;”
At 2 in the morning, it’s time to exercise.
One does laps around the room while the other one sings,
yowling tunes with high-pitched notes; why am I surprised?
I walked into a room, and you were not
standing there. There was no shape
of your red canvas shoes in the carpet.
Or the heft of you green ballon by the window.
I lowered myself into the car
The laptop is open and the papers are spread
He doesn't understand
"Just stay on the bed!"
He steps on my keys and nudges my arms
Go away honey
I didn't ask for your charms
Does it make you feel strong or are you just incapable
Of putting yourself in someone else’s position?
Do you feel big and bad when innocence squirms?
When you force pure love into submission?
I like when he comes to me for protection.
I like his voice, deep but childish.
I like the color of his pristine blue eyes.
I like how he can sleep anywhere at anytime.
I like when he cuddles next to me.
thump thump thump thump
silence
thump thump thump,
it's three a.m. and little paws are about
they race and play, until I say
"Hey! I'm, trying to sleep!"
Quietly, they creep.
I miss fighting with you to see your 'I told you so smile" I know I wont see it for awhile I miss the look in your eye when you know what you're doing You always do whatever you want to
Every day is a battle
My house is a nightmare
I love everyone here
Sometimes I wished they'd disappear
I hide myself in a empty room
Hoping they wont find
They call me crazy
But they walk on two paws
cats are god
cats rule all
cats conquer hearts
cats are the internet
cats on shirts
cats on posters
cats allow no escape
cats rule everything around me
Bear down
a phrase coined in the past
a definition yet to be finished
Bear down
to find a path that suits you
may this be the stone unturned
Bear down
the pride held by the cats
The great Leonardo proclaimed that “the smallest feline is a masterpiece.”
I can appreciate his taste in cats, as each one is brimming with pizzazz and spunk.
Such a beautiful face.
Now sad and twisted
And so out of place.
All on her own.
You cast her out into the night.
Hungry and cold she roams.
Why did you give her such a fright?
All on her own.
Gray like the hairs in mother’s mane,
Eyes as deep as a wishing well,
Black as the sky surrounding the midnight train.
His back arched into a downward curve,
Paws tucked and ready to pounce,
I knew the day,
I saw those bright green eyes full of love,
Just wanting an home and someone to love her back,
My days would not be the same.
So I wish for you now,
As scentless as you appear to be, you are full of diverse aromas to me. As my perfume covers up your silky fur, all I hear you murmur is a soft "purr." Fat, similar to meatballs, you have the world's biggest bluest eyeballs.
Learned words like dope, hard, real, and some mo'. Heard from cats like Malcom, Martin, eras of passion, pain, and coke. Hip Hop taught me too never give up, hold your head steady.
