To Daddy Wes
Wes loves his cats. This is the first of two poems that he asked me to write for them. If you have a favourite pet, why not have me write their life story in the form of a poem. Something to remember them by.
To Daddy Wes,
From all your pussies.
By Amanda Jay Clark.
Some people
love hamsters, or rabbits.
Our daddy Wes is much more fussy.
A pet pig, or a goat wouldn’t do for him,
He has a thing about pussy!
He scratches our ears, and cuddles us,
And cleans out our litter tray.
He gives us good food, and warm bedding,
And combs all our fleas away.
Some people say, "It’s a dogs life,"
But let me tell you, "It’s cats,"
When you’re chucked outside on a winters night,
To dine on garbage and rats.
But thanks to our loving daddy,
We don’t have to scrounge very far.
Our wedding tackle doesn’t freeze to the pavement,
The vet keeps them warm in a jar.
I’m
Gizzmo, and I’m daddy’s favourite.
A real lady in feline terms.
I wont use the tradesman’s entrance,
And I never suffer from worms.
I sleep all day on the windowsill,
With the sun on my glossy, soft fur,
Where I lick myself all over,
To make the boy pussy cats lust, and purr.
I’m Boz,
and I’m a coward.
A big wimp who loves to hide,
When the vet makes a big fuss about me,
Then rams a huge needle up my backside.
I’m even afraid of my shadow.
It sneaks up on me unaware.
Then it follows me round without mercy,
And gives me a nasty scare.
I’m Manic, and rather crazy.
Dashing around, daring and bold.
I’ve used up eight of my nine lives,
And I’m only two-and-a-half years old.
I love to rough and tumble,
And catch birds in my razor sharp claws.
Then I rip their bodies to pieces,
And lick their blood from my sticky paws.
Lastly,
there’s Ozzy, the boss cat,
To be feared like a grizzly bear.
A tabby with thuggish nature,
Knows no rules, and wont play fair.
The toughest cat in the neighbourhood,
He fears nothing, you can bet.
Except for the one thing they all dread,
The rubber-gloved hand of the vet.
While sweet
little Boz, and Gizzy,
Are truly the best of friends,
Ozzy and Manic are enemies,
With a hatred that never ends.
Biting chunks out of each other,
Leaving scabby, ugly scars,
Wrecking the house in the melee,
And smashing up model cars.
But, no matter
how much we all fight and argue,
The one thing we all agree on,
Is, when daddy Wes leaves us alone,
The happiness we know, is gone.
We wait for him to come home again,
So that our family’s no longer apart,
And we rub ourselves all round his legs,
Cos we each love him with all our heart!
To Daddy Wes, From All Your Pussies, is protected by copyright, and remains the property of the author, Amanda Jay Clark.
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