This is about my [rather spoit] cats, Shadow, Possie [short for Possum]
and L.B.


Three Spoit Cats.

Three spoit cats
live in my house,
the oldest and biggest one
is afraid of a mouse.

Shadow's the oldest,
a black tiger without stripes,
he is soo adorable,
he sleeps on my tummy every night.

Next there is Possie,
The cheekest of them all,
she'll tell you off - nice and loud,
if you stop her from escaping out the door.

And can not forget L.B.,
last - but not lest,
his name stands for Little Blackie -
but it's more like Little Beast.

03/11/05.



Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-01-03 at 11:11

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Amy Buchanan
I love your poem. It sounds like you have three lovely cats. You can never spoil your cats enough because someday they will not be there to spoil. My little tortie Catrina died on Sept 4th, 2006 suddenly. I wish she was still here for me to spoil. She loved vanilla pudding, I could never refuse her a little lick of it. She would stare at me until I got near the bottom of my pudding cup, waiting patiently for her share. I think cats are an inspiration for poetry. I have written a number of poems on cats that I plan to someday publish in a book.
2006-09-15