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  roseindigo 5:50 am on August 11, 2009 | #

  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.

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  trebor61 7:27 am on August 11, 2009 | #

  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.
  etc etc.

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  trebor61 7:43 am on August 11, 2009 | #

  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

  SMOKEY
  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

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  roseindigo 10:13 pm on August 11, 2009 | #

  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!!!

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  roseindigo 10:14 pm on August 11, 2009 | #

  Besides, Leo is quite civilized and wouldn’t fling you off the site. After all, poems are art too.

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  Bobomonk 9:37 am on August 12, 2009 | #

  My cat is evil, I don’t have a poem or anything. Just bitter, bitter, experience.

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