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A book called 'the Whiskas Book of Purrems' will be available for purchase from selected branches of Borders and in PDSA shops from next week, in aid of the veterinary charity PDSA. For info look at www*whiskas*co*uk (replace * with usual punctuation) Liz

I will take a look honxx

R, the PDSA is one of my charities....

Bill however did you find this thread? lol

Perfect place for a perfect poem, Bill. I had forgotten about the thread till you found it, I am a messy beggar, never delete threads lol


This is one of my favourite cat poems, learned by my son at school.




Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open draw, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don't care! Cats sleep anywhere.

Eleanor Farjeon (1881 - 1965)

Why not Bill?

But where's your poem?


Lizx

STRAY KITTEN
by Francis Witham

Oh, what unhappy twist of fate
Has brought you homeless to my gate?
The gate where once another stood
To beg for shelter, warmth, and food
For from that day I ceased to be
The master of my destiny.

While he, with purr and velvet paw
Became within my house the law.
He scratched the furniture and shed
And claimed the middle of my bed.

He ruled in arrogance and pride
And broke my heart the day he died.
So if you really think, oh Cat,
I'd willingly relive all that
Because you come forlorn and thin
Well...don't just stand there...Come on in! :-( :-(

Awwww

I like that one Joy.

Liked that one also Joy.

Liz you've messed up again !

THE FERAL CAT ;

Fresh blood dripping from your snarling mouth
your shoulders bunched, spine high-arched
you glared angrily at me as I drove past in my car.

Icon of primeval hunter, you crouched by the roadside
teeth burgeoning in crushing, crunching jaws
tearing flesh from a fresh-killed victim with razor claws.

Boldness imaged your new freedom
in an expanding heart that lusted
solely to hunt ... stalk ... kill prey.

You are growing wiser
stronger ... faster ... wilder.

But no-one seems to care as you accelerate
the ethnic cleansing of endangered species.

Man captured you four millennia ago
then genetically re-programmed you
to be a Temple guardian.

Once a feared predator, Woman softened you
to become a furry thing that purrs
then silent, sits upright in windows.

With fresh blood in your mouth you are no longer CAT
house-trained to please, now you kill wantonly
revel in the fear you invoke in others.

In this wide, old land filled with soft-skin fauna you wait
brutalising towards your earlier shape where unfenced
National Parks provide a space to kill, free you to become.

Man was created, just like you to run free in the killing-fields
called 'War', where we can become unrepentant predators?

Is this what God meant you to be?
To revert to what you once were?

As we lust for more power and grow wiser, stronger
faster, wilder and less inhibited, do we revert like you
and not redeem the better qualities of soul we aspire?

Cameron-Jackson


Bill in Oz

Oh, that's a bit thought provoking, this time of the morning Bill!

Good thing I didn't delete this thread then eh lol?

Lizx