1. “Kitty Wisdom”
By Cheryl A. Kidd
I look into its eyes
Flowing into me
The eyes of a cat
Just like that
I feel like crawling through the streets
Who knows who’ll I’ll meet
Life is good
With my litter box and food
So I tell it like this
A cat’s life is bliss
2. “Chess Cat”
By Cyndie Goins Hoelscher
Tired of games of cat and mouse,
She contemplates her move
In a quiet corner of the house
There’s something new to prove.
A swift, white paw captures my rook
Without so much as a double take.
I blankly stare at the piece she took
Which puts my King in Check Mate.
3. “Politics And Meg”
By Joanne Elliot
My moggy is a lady,
My feline is divine,
But try as I may,
It’s always her way,
She’ll only come home to dine.
Meg, my moggy, is a madam.
Moody mewing marauder.
Maddeningly mischievous mystery.
Majestic mighty mistress.
4. “My Cat”
By Bruce Baker
does your cat wear boots when it rains?
play canasta or travel on trains?
does she climb mountains to take photographs
or tickle your toes to see if you laugh?
i have a cat who does all of these.
shares all her food…gives me her fleas
and when in bed and everythings right
she creeps over softly to kiss me goodnight
Poem By Ed Kostro
Another day has come and gone,
I lie in bed; is something wrong?
I cannot sleep; I toss and turn,
I know not what it is I yearn.
Then he comes in dead of night,
He brings compassion to my plight.
He perches there upon my chest,
He somehow knows that I need rest.
He peers at me with knowing eyes,
Oh how sage, for one his size.
He gently pats me on my chin,
Then a lullaby, he soon begins.
He sings and purrs deep within his soul,
His love is true – so brave and bold.
He never speaks a single word,
Yet, his message - loudly heard.
He’s telling me that all is well,
He soothes me with his feline spell.
True friends like this are truly rare,
For me, this friend is always there.
Soon, together, we drift off to sleep,
Confident in our hearts – this bond we keep.
6. “Logan, The Hunter”
By Steve Leger
Logan the Hunter
Fierce and loyal
The predator tabby
Pounces from his couch
To the infinite Sahara
Stalking through tallgrass
in Martha Stuart hues
He eyes his prey, helpless
In an open field of tan berber
Though from his same pride,
— a sister cub no less
He stalks her patiently,
A snarl, a hiss so viscous
If not from such cuddly prey
Still, he made his point:
Logan the hunter,
King of the guest room
7. “The Cats”
By Leah Schweitzer
in separate rooms
8. “Sum Of All Purrs”
By Crissie Summer Foltz
I knew the day she came to stay
That she was quite unique.
You see, Vans come with warnings —
They’re a challenge, so to speak.
They’ll try your patience —
They’ll jump too high; they abound with energy.
They’ll keep you on your tippee toes,
And do just what they please!
Broken vases, broken plaques —
Nothing is off limits.
The higher is the better,
And the pinnacle a pittance.
Stair rails, plate rails —
All there for them to climb.
Anything you wish preserved
Becomes the brunt of kitty crime.
Luxuriant tail swishing in and out,
Tip curling back and forth.
Volcanic eyes flash electric gaze,
Invisible foes to thwart.
But! All is forgiven, for, oh! What sweetness —
Inherent within one form….
Only God above could wrap such love
In resplendent fur so soft, so warm.
9. “Split Personality”
By Greta Starrett
he rubs you in the face
eyes full of love
setting you in a trance
mesmorized by the eyes
follows your steps
around the house
hugs and kisses
he leaves you be
he is now thundering in every which way
collides into walls
leaps down stairs
gallops about the house like a lunatic
attacking our other cat with leaps and bounds
and then lovey all over again.