Nine Lives
I wonder if our feline friend's
an alley or a stray?
Just slinking round and looking for
a mate with whom to play.
For mischiefs make and boundaries push
plays havoc with the world,
She'll spring right up and with a hiss
unleash her claws uncurled.
Or is she just a Cheshire cat
who keeps us in a spin?
While lapping up the lovely cream
she'll wear a secret grin.
Her oval eyes will glisten bright
when e're a foe is found,
And with her pen she steals your mind
with words that are profound.
I don't think she's a ragdoll breed
that lays about and dreams,
Instead she's always on the go
a busy mind it seems.
Her life is often in turmoil
so much she's had to face,
But her nine lives are never lost
She'll win each uphill race.
I rather fancy she's Siamese
a pedigree of course;
Quite lithe and graceful, sleek and clean
But vocally has force.
She'll say her piece, just meow it out
Then sit back for a pat
Or stretch right out and purr away,
She's such a clever cat.
A Tabby puss or tortoiseshell
of many colours see,
With stripes and swirls and magic too
entice both you and me.
Her varied ways, creative styles
delightful just to read,
No other cat can match her charm
She is a 'one-off' breed.
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For The Love of Cat
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Author Notes
Thank to avmurray for the great image One Cat Repeated
Thanks for reading
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