dVerse Poetics: The Heavy Bear Who Goes With Me

Kim is charge of the pub today.  She is asking us to write poems about being an animal.  A simple and lovely prompt.

Mr. Cat
Nobody’s home,
Just me.
I walk around and explore.
I jump on the furniture
the kitchen cabinet,
the dresser,
the toilet….
I nap and graze on the nibbles in my bowl.
I take naps and look outside the windows.
Today there are lots of birds at the feeders
Who laugh at me and fly on the sill to tease me.
When you get home,
I ignore you of course.
Until you pick me up
and fold me into your arms
and ask,
Did you have a good day?
Of course I did but…
It is better now you are home.
I settle into your lap
as you nibble on treats
and watch the birds outside the window.
And we both nap.

SamCat the Ripper: RIP 10/15

30 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Frank Hubeny
    Nov 21, 2017 @ 15:50:03

    I like how both we and the cats nibble on treats, watch the birds outside and nap.


  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Nov 21, 2017 @ 15:51:31

    What a sweet way to look into the psyche of a cat… so independent, both in company and alone they are themselves.


  3. whippetwisdom
    Nov 21, 2017 @ 16:10:08

    A wonderful poem Toni, I love the perfect harmony between you and the cat nibbling, watching birds and napping:o) xxx


  4. Vivian Zems
    Nov 21, 2017 @ 16:21:05

    Beautiful ode to Samcat. …he sounded like a worthy companion. RIP.


  5. hypercryptical
    Nov 21, 2017 @ 17:02:02

    Lovely words of Samcat – he truly recognises our similarities. A fine tribute to a furry friend.
    Anna :o]


  6. Glenn Buttkus
    Nov 21, 2017 @ 17:13:22

    A lovely tribute & soul capture; my Keezie Moto tom is 15, and you make me want to hug him extra tonight


  7. Victoria C. Slotto
    Nov 21, 2017 @ 17:49:46

    Awww. Your precious Samcat. How well you knew each other.


  8. Grace
    Nov 21, 2017 @ 17:57:10

    They know how to keep us in good company ~ RIP SamCat ~


  9. Feelings and Freedom
    Nov 22, 2017 @ 00:25:26

    What a sweet poem for a sweet little kitty 🙂 Lovely!


  10. Sarah Russell
    Nov 22, 2017 @ 00:44:23

    What a lovely tribute to cats in general and Samcat in particular. Perfect description of an inside cat’s day.


  11. sarahsouthwest
    Nov 22, 2017 @ 05:28:19

    I can’t help feeling this is exactly how it was for your cat. Affection is always optional for cats, isn’t it?


  12. Jane Dougherty
    Nov 22, 2017 @ 11:33:30

    I’d never attempt to get inside Trixie’s head. It’s dark, very dark in there…


  13. Frank J. Tassone
    Nov 22, 2017 @ 19:44:43

    Perfect portrait of a cat in action, Toni! 🙂


  14. X
    Nov 22, 2017 @ 21:55:25

    My son is currently hiding in the closet, making noise.
    And our youngest cat is on the outside trying to scratch her way in.

    I have often thought to put a tracker on my older cat,
    he ranges far and wide. I am sure.


    • kanzensakura
      Nov 22, 2017 @ 22:02:51

      I often wanted to put a mini video camera on SamCat the Ripper. But he was a Houdini at getting collars off. A year after he died, we did some moving of various heavy things. Behind and beneath were 23 collars. 23. I can understand the sofa but not how he got them under the refrigerator. Houdini. It sounds like a peaceful evening, pre-Thanksgiving. I am watching an episode of Sherlock. Hubs is in bed reading. Not a creature was stirring…I miss having a cat.


  15. Angela
    Nov 25, 2017 @ 09:29:20

    A lovely tribute, Toni.


  16. kim881
    Nov 26, 2017 @ 09:50:31

    I was going to write about cats but chose the lonely horse instead. We used to see him every day. Is this Nobody’s cat or another cat? I know that you, like me, have had any number of cats. Mojo has been my furry nurse since I got ill, which is why I love the lines:
    ‘It is better now you are home.
    I settle into your lap

    and watch the birds outside the window.
    And we both nap’.
    That’s exactly how it’s been since I got home!


    • kanzensakura
      Nov 26, 2017 @ 14:52:25

      No. This is SamCat the Ripper that I had to have put down two October’s ago. Nobody’s Cat was a black and white tuxedo who I fed for a couple of years (stray) who succumbed to the cold last January. However, a couple of months ago, I saw feral tuxedo and ginger cats. They are the sons of NC. They apparently were born about the time NC died. I didn’t see them as kittens or younglings. I guess they made it on their own sometime. But they made an appearance about 2 months ago and I began feeding them. I call them the Invisble Cats…they run whenever they are spotted so I put food down for them where I can peek but they can’t see me. After SamCat had to be out down ( he had a tumor growing on his heart) my husband forbade me to have anymore cats because it hurt so badly and put me into a deep depression. I miss cats but I feed the Invisible Cats. I understand the why but I still miss having a cat.

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