I saw that Cat the other day,
Where he was going who could say?
He strode along his head held high, his tail erect to brush the sky.
He gazed at me with pure disdain,
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I found 'That Cat' and as I read each regal step prowled through my head.
I found 'That Cat' and as I read each regal step prowled through my head.
I love cats! this poem is clever, and shows your talent...playful, yet skillful. great job!
You paint a fine portrait of our feline companions. This is a skilled and inclusive read.
Hahaha! ! ! By thale title I hoped for a tad of humour but nay this was more a riot. They are quite annoying the looks they give. But Nigel who's asleep next to me now who sucks the living dailights out of my duvet purring and drooling like a train he melts me. Scruffy old bag of wildness chunk missing from his ear who waits by my bedroom door and leaps on the bed joyous as I walk in. He's a rarity I think. Not upmarket looking at all. A real scruff bag with no attitude whatsoever infact I think he's always apologising for being here bless him. But he adores me so I'm happy. Glad your cat oozes confidence as I worry about Nigel's mental well being lol.