I look into its eyes

Wisdom arise

Flowing into me

I see

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

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.

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

Meg, my moggy, is a madam.

Moody mewing marauder.

Maddeningly mischievous mystery.

Majestic mighty mistress.

Mine.

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

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.

Scottsdale, AZ

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,

Still unseen…

POUNCE!!!

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

they vacation

in separate rooms

but

they meditate

together

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.

Purr

Purr

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.