A Cat’s Thoughts at Christmas
My fur is so soft and my face is so cute,
But don’t get the notion that I give a hoot.
Now sleeping’s the thing that I do the best,
But sometimes I yowl like I’m demon-possessed.
I can bleat like a lamb or hiss like a snake,
I can cuddle and purr and play pattycake.
My teeth are like sabers, my claws are sharp too,
I could rip up your sofa if I had a mind to.
My needs are so humble my body so small,
Fastidious, quick, with lots on the ball.
If I’m in the mood you can give me a hug.
Sometimes I get sick and I puke on the rug.
I can run like a deer and I kick like a mule,
And to quote Mr. T, “I pity the fool”
or the one who annoys me or hassles my life
‘Cause I’ll fill up his days with scratching and strife.
Stealthy and savage are predators ways,
A wildlife assassin for all of my days.
When I’m slathered in gore deconstructing a mouse
I feel like a tiger, the lord of the house.
If I’m wheezing and gagging I hope you don’t mind,
It’s a big honkin’ hairball and I’ll be just fine.
It comes from the lapping and grooming and stuff,
And the fact that my tongue is sandpapery rough.
My ears are all pointy, my teeth are sharp too,
I bury my duty, and few critters do.
I can see in the dark, grab a fly from the air,
Hear a hummingbird hiccup from way over there.
A bag of clean laundry, it just smells so great.
You can dump it right here and please call me at eight.
Though I’m naughty and snotty you love me to death.
And I like you much better with fish on your breath.
I’m clean and I’m dainty, I like to climb trees,
And sometimes my dander can cause folks to sneeze.
When startled or challenged I puff up my fur,
But scratching my ears will get me to purr.
Tuna fish, birdies, the sun on the sill,
These are my goodies till I’m over the hill.
Curiosity leads me to get all my kicks.
Life is so sweet when you’ve mastered the tricks.
Snoozing in sunbeams, alert for a noise,
I love to sniff catnip and play with my toys.
A treasure to cherish for husband or wife,
Adorable me, I’m the cat in your life.
By Fred Brennion, December, 1997
This was emailed to me this morning and we think it is a delightful poem. Thanks Fred!
I also wrote a poem this morning.