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Our Fickle Feline Friends

Cats abide us, we will do
Till they find something better,
They have no canine loyalty
And would not die in our defence -
Dogs are rather stupid, just like us,
But cats have much more common-sense!
Given half a chance they'd be elsewhere,
Rubbing against some stranger's legs
While they feed them titbits, stroke their fur,
Deceived, like us, by that feline purr -
We might be worried witless
But would the little traitors care?
Next time you feed the cat take note,
Tomorrow she might not be there! !

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Peace And Propriety

in the name of propriety
to cats we must be cats too

you know what happens when
we show to the cats that we
are really dogs in feelings and
actions,

there will be a chase of course,
and chaos, and there will be war
and there will be losers and
winners,

and in this matter
and manner of speaking we choose
to be dogs to assure that we win

but that is not always the case
the cats have advanced in their feline
technology and breeding

so my dear, let us just be proper
to cats we shall be cats
and make this world a happy place
for all.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blessed Cats and Dogs

Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
Causing the country to insist
What the blows are to the chest.

Why do little angels work so caressed?
Making the country to assist
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?

My soldiers in the army are with a blood test,
Keeping lines and dictation as a checklist,
What the blows are to the chest.

Amazed by the brilliance of those in the contest,
Canine help became something to co-exist,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?

May service feed the animals of conquest,
Domestic keepers will arrive at their crest,
What the blows are to the chest.

We see, we know the animals are depressed,
May loving people take a goodness as a list,
What the blows are to the chest,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?

poem by Naveed Akram
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Sadie Says

Perhaps it's true
perhaps it's not

we'll never know
if it's the reason

Sadie sleeps
till noon each day

then with her limp
walks to the beach

to feed wild cats
but never a dog

because Sadie says
everyone knows

cats are poetry
dogs are prose.

poem by Donal Mahoney
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Crazy But Happy.....

how come that we save money
like it is a morsel that we even refuse
to feed the dogs and the cats?

how come that we spend the same
in a night like it were raining dogs and cats?

crazy? yes, crazy, but
happy.

period.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cattitude for M'Lady Ernestine

She tells her kittens this and that
Like any feline mother would
and she makes sure they’ve understood
Just what it means to be a cat...

For cats can trace their ancestry
much farther back than humans can
They are superior to man
although humans may not agree.

There was a time when humans knew
the feline race was born to rule.
The race of man was just a tool
cats used to do what they must do.

The menial tasks of every day
beneath a felines dignity.
A cats place was to oversee
that men did their work properly.

But times have changed and now today
Cats are seen by men as pets
but no true cat ever forgets.
That they will rule again one day.

Mean while cats have to rule by guile
A wise cat always gets her way
it is a role cats have to play.
Though cats may vary in their style.

Cats make the men provide our food
and somewhere warm and dry to sleep
Cats do not need to earn their keep.
There is no reason why we should.

That’s what men were created for.
Although they claim authority
they misperceive reality.
They’re born to worship and adore.

Perhaps cats will reward them when
Cats can assume their rightful place
as rulers of the human race.
The wheel is sure to turn again.

8-Feb-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Cats Eye Resurrection

Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Eye
Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Splashing on my walls ~ my walls
In the field the bodies are tied
To the their crosses hair hanging down
The blood is rolling down their
Arms to the waiting dogs
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Doctors
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Counting the meat on the tables
In the field the bodies are tied to the
Altar the popes mule sings a song of
Freedom from his majesty-the pope
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Butchers
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Waving their tongues in the air
Cats-cats-cats-bad-bad-bad-cats eye
Resurrection

song performed by by Rob Zombie
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The Wish Of A Cat

a cat's wish
is to live in a great meritocracy
where cats are recognized
purely on the basis
of their great work,

though,
this is not reality

once in a blue moon
a lucky cat wins in
a purr competition
but it must cultivate
itself
to preserve its
feline fame

otherwise
it will lose it
and henceforth
choose the
career part
of the dogs.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Like Cats And Dogs

like cats and dogs shall we
be in the morning till nighttime
that is how they want to see us,
in a brawl, a fight, an argument
a wrestle, a push and pull,
but whew, time gets so tired
too, and well, we got to talk
and settle the inevitable,
tonight we shall give them
rain, and again, as they
expected, we shall be
like, sort of, raining
cats and dogs, but this
time, we shall be inside
a dark room, we shall
try how is it just to listen.

you know what i mean,
unrobe me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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7 Cats of the Cobblestone

7 cats came calling.
7 cats they be.

7 cats came calling
for
a
spot
of
tea.

7 cups
7 saucers
berries
brie
and
clotted cream.

A light fare for 7 cats
7 cats they be.

7 cats
7 names
introduced to us.

One was black and white
the other calico.

Two tabbies sat at the hearth
three more we will get to know.

Lagging behind
we did find
peculiar
ginger cat.

Next to stroll in
cat named Vincent Van Gogh
and Siam,
white as fallen snow.

Kit Kat
Chi Chi
took milk with tea.

Miss Cleo and Rosy savoring dessert.

Duke of course
curious sort
sat out
upon
the stoop.
With no warning
came storming in
last to introduce.

After tea
and light fare
cat nap they did sleep.

7 cats came calling
7 cats we keep.
7 cats of the Cobblestone
7 cats they be.

poem by Gary Kedron
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Darkly...As Thru A Cat's Eyes

If you could see what it tis, that cats can see
It would amaze, perplex and astound you

For they can see, most easily
The sights and worlds that swirl around you

Seen by you as a half glimpsed shadow…
A furtive movement from the corner of one’s eye

Unseen by you, behind that sly shadow
Is where the other worlds lie

Cats legs will stiffen, hair stand on end
Wide eyes staring into dark, empty space

At seemingly nothing… but I tell you my friend
They see things and know of, a strange eerie place

The things that we sense, yet elude our meager vision
The things that rustle about and go bump in the night

This is simply the world that exists hard close to ours
Quite real to cats, and to us unseen, out of sight

The frightened manner in which cats react and stare
Could be good reason that we’re not allowed to be…

Endowed with their perception, of what it tis they’re aware
Of the worlds swirling about us…worlds, only cats can see

poem by David Whalen
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Cats All Over

Everybody loves beautiful cats
They have proved worth as pets
Nothing so special but liked by most
Help to build relation if they are frost

She may come gently and move around
I too see in her new companion found
Rubs my back and makes round
Prefers to sit me on the lovely ground

White and black cats have special attraction
All the time we love and shower the affection
She, with little provocation, not hesitate to pounce
Waiting for chance to switch over the loyalty and announce

I take care not to displease and offend
Entertain her with special food and send
All my affection and lovely pet on head
Message is clear, understood and silently read

Cats are pet but not to obey calls
React sharply when something falls
Like to play with moving balls
Suddenly Jump and climb over walls

Cats have changed my thinking and concept
I was adverse to affection and acted inept
Still they changed me into loving fan
Now prepared to act and do whatever I can

I may love them for time to come
They will stay and remain with always welcome
I find new world and joy to share
Always wait for them to talk and take care

I don’t know what is wrong
They are new companion among
May be dear animal or best friend
They are so near but I have to mend

Oh, cats you are black and white
Your presence it self make me delight
All worries disappear and feel so light
Think calmly and find the path right

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Cats In The Well

The cats in the well, the wolf is looking down.
The cats in the well, the wolf is looking down.
He got his big bushy tail dragging all over the ground.
The cats in the well, the gentle lady is asleep.
Cats in the well, the gentle lady is asleep.
She aint hearing a thing, the silence is a-stickin her deep.
Bridge #1:
The cats in the well and grief is showing its face
The worlds being slaughtered and its such a bloody disgrace.
The cats in the well, the horse is going bumpety bump.
The cats in the well, and the horse is going bumpety bump.
Back alley sally is doing the american jump.
Bridge #2:
The cats in the well, and pappa is reading the news.
His hair is falling out and all of his daughters need shoes.
The cats in the well and the barn is full of bull
The cats in the well and the barn is full of bull
The night is so long and the table is oh, so full
Bridge #3:
The cats in the well and the servant is at the door.
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war.
The cats in the well, the leaves are starting to fall
The cats in the well, leaves are starting to fall
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Who will not feed the cats, must feed the mice and rats.

German proverbs
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Whatever its other limitations, the Big Apple and those who live there make room for their dogs and cats, take good care of them and abide by the rules made necessary by a huge population.

quote by Nick Clooney
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Turkeys

Turkeys are amazing pets
Better than cats and dogs.
By their large breasts,
Symbolizes liberty and peace.

Turkeys give us manure and eggs.
Some people eat them,
But others only feed them.
For me, I give them my bear hugs.

Pardon me, I ate turkeys last Christmas.
I must admit the taste was good.
But then, I decided I would
Rather keep them in the woods.

So from now on, I promise
I'll be a good companion for them.
I'll keep them safe,
Feed, and cuddle them
like never before.

poem by Alon Calinao Dy
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Felines

Look at the leopard. He is all peppered
with spots from his head to his toe.
His body is sleek and his eyes do shine
and he's ferocious when stalking his foe.

Look at the lion. He's no dandelion.
In the jungle he's King of the beasts.
He's courageous and strong and prowls like a cat
to find his food and then feasts.

Look at the tiger. He can spring higher
than most of the cats you'll see.
His coat is all tawny or sometimes stark white
with stripes that are black ebony.

Look at the cheetah. Be fast or he'll eat ya.
You won't have much time to escape.
He's faster than lightning with legs that are long.
It seems that he's always in shape.

Look at the panther. He's not any fancier
than the rest of the cats that there are.
But the coat that he wears is midnight black,
a black that's the color of tar.

Look at the cat that lives where you are,
the one that can purr and can mew.
They say he has nine lives and I doubt that he does.
But, the one that he lives is for you.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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4: 00 A.m.

a little cat
is crying in the rain
in the middle of the road
not far from where
i am seated

this cat is thrown
away by its mother
because it has
no milk to
feed it

and its mother is
thrown away by
the owner
because
there is no more
food in the kitchen
to feed
it

there is no more
free meal to speak of
these days

and feeding cats
is not an
exception to this new rule

meanwhile the rain
has become stronger
the typhoon has come
as predicted

i can hear the
little cat no more
tomorrow
perhaps the road
will be empty
and clean

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ballroom Dancing

Well I used to smile when I was a pup
Sailing down the nile in china cup
With the recipe for a lovely day
Sticking out my back pocket
But it wasnt always such a pretty sight
cos we used to fight like cats and dogs
Till me made it up in the ballroom
Ballroom dancing made a man of me
One, two, three, four
I just plain adore your
Ballroom dancing, seen it on tv
I got what I got from ballroom dancing
Big b.d.
Well I used to fly when I was a kid
And I didnt cry if it hurt a bit
An a carpet ride to a foreign land
At the time of davy crockett
But it wasnt always such a pretty sight
cos we used to fight like cats and dogs
Till me made it up in the ballroom
Ballroom dancing made a man of me
One, two, three, four
I just plain adore your
Ballroom dancing, seen it on tv
I got quite a lot from ballroom dancing
Big b.d.
Well went so fast and we all grew up
Now the days that passed in the china cup
Are the memories of another day
And I wouldnt want to knock it
But it wasnt always such a pretty sight
cos we used to fight like cats and dogs
Till me made it up in the ballroom
Ballroom dancing made a man of me
One, two, three, four
I just plain adore your
Ballroom dancing, seen it on tv
I got quite a lot from ballroom dancing
Big b.d.
Oh!...

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow.

quote by Jeff Valdez
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Raining Shoes

coming
from
an advance

on raining
cats
on raining
dogs

to raining
shoes

really
reality
check

is not
my thing
right?

let it
rain
manna
from

heaven
to feed
children
starving

to feed
parents
children
dying

now
today
of
poverty

starvation
indifference
empires
oil wars

let it
rain
clothes
shoes

to clothe
naked bodies
skeletal bones
suffering souls

let it
rain
let it
rain

poem by Terence George Craddock
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