I translate for my
cat, Edward. He cannot type
or spell very well.:eek:
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I translate for my
cat, Edward. He cannot type
or spell very well.:eek:
Edward, I am sure
knows all the things that he needs
to have a good life.
How to escape house.Quote:
Originally posted by Barbara
Edward, I am sure
knows all the things that he needs
to have a good life.
How to get fresh food in bowl.
How to make gray hair!!
:eek:
some days I'm treated
to the greatest show on earth
watching my cat play
An Olympic cat
The balance beam, sprints measured
in rooms, not feet
On your mark, get set…
a crouch explodes into speed
room to room to room
Finish line in sight
across the line, breaking tape
a world class time
A marathon scratch???
walking cat rear, balance-walks
across the sofa back
A long jump across
from arm chair to bed mattress
what extension, form!
a rhythmic gymnast
a stretching leg, an arched back-
a judge's score here?
I can judge my cat
on ability and grace
and his love for me
but in one event
my cat wins a gold medal
is napping a sport?
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the alter ego
of a cat is their tail
a mind of it's own
I sit in my chair
cat rear on my left shoulder
cat head on my right
the teasing cat tail
flipping to an unheard beat
caressing my left ear
just a reminder
of the cat I own and the
mischief in his soul
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kitty poop is the
end of a meal, face wash and
well deserved nap.
lol! you guys are hilarious!:D
A cat on my mind
asleep and warm on my bed.
I'll be home later.
I play every night
Kitty twister- that real old
game of body parts.
Ed always goes first,
Right paw, place on human's foot.
left front on my knee.
Rear paw on left foot.
Right front paw goes on my hip
I am awake now!
Left front paw, MY RIBS!
Why is my cat so heavy?
Cat whiskers in face.
All paws on ribs now.
One half circle all paws move.
What a game this is!
Heavy cat body!
Lie down on human's rib cage
ED? CAN I MOVE NOW?
I lost at this game.
Only a cat can play this-
Me? I need my sleep!
:rolleyes:
ribbons to chew on,
paper to fight with, boxes
to climb all over.
I do sleep better
snuggled up in dad's armpit
He doesn't smell bad.
He showers often
And uses baby powder
My dad smells the best.;)
Ears
My early warning
turning on top of my head-
I always listen
My eyes can fool you
I look like I am dozing-
But I am alert.:D
You walk all about-
the clumsy Human you are.
I know where you move.
Watch my ears next time
Nature's sonar, listening
I 'see' with my ears.:cool:
Left ear on south west
neighbor's silly dogs' barking
I sigh and sleep on.
Right ear on south east
stuff out of the dishwasher
mind my own business
all ears in front now
my brother gets temptations
all systems alert!!!
Paws and Claws
My pink little toes
'Frito feet' to some of you
Five little piggies.
I can use my feet
like a pro soccer player
I dribble with ease
A goalie's worst fear:eek:
Foil balls shot at the goal net
or under the stove:rolleyes:
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My razor claws can
defend me or open your skin
when you play too rough:p
Small retractable
switch blades, under my control
Or out of control:eek:
I can climb up trees
or the screen door of your house
See those white curtains???:cool:
And most of the time
My claws and paws take me to
where I find trouble!:p :eek: :cool: :D
Sum of all parts-III
Spine and tail
My flexible spine
Let's me contort into shapes
that would hurt humans.
:cool:
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My tail is my flag
I will wave it in your face
While you try to read
:rolleyes:
I am not a dog
My tail is a semaphore
not a moody flag
not a moody flag,
just a sign to let you know
I need some loving!
don't we all :( Sorry, I guess that isn't Haiku, just an emotion) :(
Now that is poetry , that the Found Cats and Feeder can realte to. Very Funny , and a lot of time , true!
How can I complete
My tax forms, with a fifteen
Pound cat on the desk??
:rolleyes:
Hmm, shouldn't that beQuote:
Originally posted by RICHARD
How can I complete
My tax forms, with a fifteen
Pound cat on the desk??
...
... Pound cat on the form?
or, if your home's like mine
... Pound cat eating pen?
Tax forms with thirteen
pounds of cat eating the form
isn't any easier:D
British Pounds, Deutschmarks,Quote:
Originally posted by Barbara
Tax forms with thirteen
pounds of cat eating the form
isn't any easier:D
Euros, Kroners, pesetas,
Lira or dollars.
The weight of a cat
cannot be deducted from
your yearly earnings!:eek:
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Amber,
That's what I meant....forms.....:confused:
thanks!:D
Catnip addiction-
My 'nipping worries my dad.
It's under control!
;)
Catnip addiction?
We Europeans prefer
Valeriane stuff;)
Or, to paraphrase:
"Rehab!," Dad threatens.
But I, who need no such thing,
Can quit any time.
Have I mentioned that I love this thread? :D
Twink in your haiku
new hope manifests itself
for this boring thread.
This thread bores me not!
For I just now have found it-
and Twink has done well.
This Mother's Day stuff
Really has me to groaning-
Come, kitty kitty!
I did it!!: :D :D ...didn't I?:rolleyes:
Sirrahbed, my friend!
Your syllabic perfection
Garners my applause.
:D
>>>>>
Light pitter-patter
Like spring rain on a rooftop
From inside the box.
I don’t ask much, Barl.
But I’d sooner scoop than scrub.
So SQUAT when you pee!!!!
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Ahem...sorry. ;) I'll stop now. :D
Quote:
Originally posted by Twink
Sirrahbed, my friend!
Your syllabic perfection
Garners my applause.
:D
>>>>>
Light pitter-patter
Like spring rain on a rooftop
From inside the box.
I don’t ask much, Barl.
But I’d sooner scoop than scrub.
So SQUAT when you pee!!!!
<<<<<<<
Ahem...sorry. ;) I'll stop now. :D
lololol,
TOO LATE!
Barbara,
we were on sabbatical.....
;)
Human loaf of bread
kneaded with love, nails and care.
Rises with the sun.
;)
I meow loudly
there are no treats in my dish
Dad is still asleep.
I meow loudly.
Rich did not send any treats.
That's what Tigris says.
Cats meow loudly
Barb'ra and Richard are nuts,
PT folks agree!:rolleyes:
Tigris and Filou
The treats were put in the mail
I will check on them.
"The check's in the mail!"
It IS the standard answer-
But Rich will comply!
Kat sprawled across the lap. Heavy.
Must put lap cloth across legs
To save skin from claws
While he kneads bisquits
Can't move him, too comfy
Will be late to work again
My heart beats faster
Knowing that I'm going home
Cat love, all weekend!
What a great weekend
I ate, slept - shared a book with
my eclectic cat.
I love to read books
I wonder what Richard read--
Would he care to share?
The title?-High Flight
Ed loves my books-he grooms his
cheeks on the corners!
I love when cats rub
book's corners with cheeks of love-
approving my choice!
A book is a joy
best shared with only a cat-
to warm your cold feet.
I turn the pages
Enthralled by the suspenses-
And lulled by cat purrs.
Soon drowsy I grow
a bookmark long forgotten-
Dawn will claim my place!