Caticus Cat.

Caticus cat was fatter then that
A moggy from old london town
Though surrounded by clutter
He'd prowl through the gutter
For scraps that were dropped on the ground

He'd swagger a long all furry and strong
With whiskers as sharp as barbed wire
With his tale held up high
He'd ignore passers by
With a look that said"don't even try"

Not you everyday pet, and he hated the vet
But a king among cats none the less
He'd sleep most the day
Though he would sometimes play
Or sing to the moon to impress

Both ginger and grey, with a few scars they say
Round his ears one bent almost flat
This camouflage colour
Couldn't get to much duller
Though it blends in well, on his moth eaten mat

He's a lovable rogue, at least so I'm told
As for stroking, perhaps better not
He looks all at ease
While not scratching for fleas
Or he could claw you from bottom to top.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2007-06-01 at 11:23

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Graham this is an enchanting write ansd such rythmic wizardy
well done rgdmike
2007-06-01


normalil
Gave me such a laugh, but sad in parts! This is a perfect description of my sister's cat, except for his colour! She took him in as a pathetic, scarred bully and stray, and this was how he thanked her!
2007-06-01