Does anyone need a spare cat?
Hahahahah, looks like a cat I had. Her mother was a domestic cat, but her father was wild and I found her when she was just a kitten. She lived to be 21, but she was totally unpredictable and we lived together in a sort of uneasy peace for all those years. Even so, I still miss her.
Careful Rose. BBM loves cats so much you might even get this one in the post. Seriously, I think he really likes cats as this great wee sketch shows. I think we should all encourage cats to visit his place.
ps I WAS going to include I poem I wrote about an encounter with a cat like yours but I changed my mind. Then I thought, “What the hell!” (Leo will probably fling me off the site for this) – Bob
I wandered round the garden
The flowers for to smell
The sun was shining brightly
The day had started well
I stood against the garden fence
My neighbour stopped to chat
When suddenly, from near the hedge
Appeared a small, grey cat
Now Smokey is a cute wee thing
It always says, “Hello”
It likes to get its ears stroked
And other parts, below…
I rubbed its head, I stroked its ears
My hands strayed to its chin
When suddenly it spun around
And started quite a din
It sank its teeth into my thumb
And with the speed of light
Its front legs gripped me round the wrist
Which gave me such a fright
It used its back claws visciously
To rake my wrist and arm
I was perplexed for this wee cat
Had never done no harm
I jumped into an upright stance
At an alarming speed
It still clung tightly as my arm
Began to throb and bleed
It was about this time I saw
To my surprise you see
This cat was not the Smokey
That usually visited me
Although I felt as if my limb
Was driving me insane
I still felt sorrow for this mite
It too was feeling pain
I tried to extradite myself
To part me from this thing
Which still was tearing lumps from me
And making quite a din
I knew that soon must come the time
As all things surely go
We would be prised apart because
We could’t continue so
As all thing end as all must do
As all things come to pass
I gently laid the pussy down
Then kicked its f….. a….
There is a moral to my tale
As all tales rightly say
Whenever you are kind to cats
Please check they are not strays
A lesson learned quite forcefully
And life is like before, but
One cat’s still quite friendly
While the other’s bum is sore
Hahahahah! I got a real kick out of your poem. And yes, that sounds just like the cat I had. Her name was PittiPat. She could be so sweet and all of a sudden you could see a switch go off in her eyes and she would bite and scratch, draw blood and turn into a holy terror. I flung her across the room several times when she did that, but she never got the connection that it was because of her abominable behavior, and in those 21 years she never did learn. The funny thing is that she was a really ultra poor hunter even with those sharp claws, and clumsy to boot. One day I saw her try to hunt a butterfly and when she pounced she missed it by a mile. Then she turned around to see if anyone was watching. I guess she was embarrassed.
And I think that’s how it is with wild animals. They may seem trustworthy, but they NEVER ARE!!!
Besides, Leo is quite civilized and wouldn’t fling you off the site. After all, poems are art too.
My cat is evil, I don’t have a poem or anything. Just bitter, bitter, experience.
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