| Pet Poetry |
| What is a Cat?
Gentle eyes that see so much, paws that have the quiet touch. Purrs to signal "all is well" and show more love than words can tell. Graceful movements touched with pride, a calming presence by our side. A friendship that will last and grow - small wonder why we love them so. Author Unknown When God Made Cats When God made the world, He chose to put animals in it, and decided to give each whatever it wanted. All the animals formed a long line before His throne, and the cat quietly went to the end of the line. To the elephant and the bear He gave strength, to the rabbit and the deer, swiftness; to the owl, the ability to see at night, to the birds and the butterflies, great beauty; to the fox, cunning; to the monkey, intelligence; to the dog, loyalty; to the lion, courage; to the otter, playfulness. And all these were things the animals begged of God. At last he came to the end of the line, and there sat the little cat, waiting patiently. "What will YOU have?" God asked the cat. The cat shrugged modestly. "Oh, whatever scraps you have left over. I don't mind." "But I'm God. I have everything left over." "Then I'll have a little of everything, please." And God gave a great shout of laughter at the cleverness of this small animal, and gave the cat everything she asked for, adding grace and elegance and, only for her, a gentle purr that would always attract humans and assure her a warm and comfortable home. But he took away her false modesty. Lenore Fleischer Greedy Dog This dog will eat anything Apple cores and bacon fat, Milk you poured out for the cat. He likes the string that ties the roast, And relishes hot buttered toast. Hide your chocolates! He's a thief, He'll even eat your handkerchief. And if you don't like sudden shocks, Carefully conceal your socks. Leave some soup without the lid, And you'll wish you never did. When you think he must be full, You find him gobbling bits of wool, Orange peel or paper bags, Dusters and old cleaning rags. This dog will eat anything. Except for mushrooms and cucumber. Now what are wrong with those I wonder? James Hurley |
 |
|
 |
 |
 |