Friday, March 02, 2007

Friday Cat Blogging VII

And here are some poems I wrote when the Hooligans were younger.

Back Sliding

Now the cats have grown up graces,
Seldom falling on their faces.
Now they have explored the house,
Played with toys and killed a mouse.
Long ago they'd draped the hall
With toilet paper, towels and all.
And so imagine Granny's wonder,
At finding aluminum foil down under!
Oh, those bruisers, what disgraces,
Still spreading things in obscure places!


Jump on your brother's back,
If he resists, attack!
Wrestle him to the ground,
Grab the toy that he found.
Smack his face, wash his ear,
Litter mate he won't fear.
And when in knots he's tied,
Sleep curled into his side.

Lewis & Clark

The world is for exploring, when you're a little cat,
You have to poke and pry and climb, we all know that.
Crawl into the oven, or on the refrigerator shelf,
Get locked up in a cupboard, make a monkey of yourself.
Get trapped atop the highest place
That you can get your silly face.
Jump and knock the knick knacks down.
Slide across the floor, you clown.
Yes, the world is for exploring, when you're a little cat,
Just be sure that you stay safe, and don't go splat.

Feline Brotherhood

Warm little bodies, silken soft fur.
Sweet little faces, deafening purr.
Snuggle and cuddle together all night,
Then wake up and begin to fight.

In A Nutshell follows.


Deja Pseu said...

Wonderful poems! I always look forward to your Hooligan poetry.

Joy Des Jardins said...

I loved these J...each and every one. Feisty and frisky...perfect for a Friday.