I wrote this poem in August 2006. It is now a tribute to my little Catrina. She died on Sept 4th.
To love a cat.
Is having litter always scattered all over
the floor.
To love a cat.
Is almost gagging when the litter box
needs to be cleaned.
To love a cat.
Is always being stared at with feline
eyes when eating supper.
To love a cat.
Is having to shoo away a feline head
when closing the refrigerator door.
To love a cat.
Cupboard doors, closet doors, and
dresser drawers must never be left
open even for a minute.
To love a cat.
Is always having a furry body underfoot.
To almost trip over that furry body onto
your face.
To love a cat.
Is to always have the newspaper,
magazines or any paper occupied by a
furry body lying on top.
To love a cat.
The lovely appearance of the couch, chair
or other furniture must be sacrificed to busy
claws.
To love a cat.
You must be willing to care for an independent
creature.
Never forcing that creature to change to your
image of the perfect pet.
There are no perfect people.
There are no perfect cats.
If we are willing to live with the faults of
family and friends.
We must learn to live with the faults of
our cats.
To love a cat.
Means embracing a cat's total being.
To love that total being to the day it dies
Poetry by Amy Buchanan
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Written on 2006-09-15 at 05:21
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To Love A Cat
To love a cat.
Is having litter always scattered all over
the floor.
To love a cat.
Is almost gagging when the litter box
needs to be cleaned.
To love a cat.
Is always being stared at with feline
eyes when eating supper.
To love a cat.
Is having to shoo away a feline head
when closing the refrigerator door.
To love a cat.
Cupboard doors, closet doors, and
dresser drawers must never be left
open even for a minute.
To love a cat.
Is always having a furry body underfoot.
To almost trip over that furry body onto
your face.
To love a cat.
Is to always have the newspaper,
magazines or any paper occupied by a
furry body lying on top.
To love a cat.
The lovely appearance of the couch, chair
or other furniture must be sacrificed to busy
claws.
To love a cat.
You must be willing to care for an independent
creature.
Never forcing that creature to change to your
image of the perfect pet.
There are no perfect people.
There are no perfect cats.
If we are willing to live with the faults of
family and friends.
We must learn to live with the faults of
our cats.
To love a cat.
Means embracing a cat's total being.
To love that total being to the day it dies
Poetry by Amy Buchanan
Read 735 times
Written on 2006-09-15 at 05:21
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