With hesitant caution he walks to the door
and tastes the breeze before venturing out into the cold air.
Still careful, he casts a wary glance round for
the odd enemy who waits, lurking everywhere.
Standing still, he senses the frosty feel of winter winds
tickling under his tail and easing round his ears.
Bursting forth, he rushes into action and shins
up tree, claws biting bark, zig-zagged he veers.
Halfway up, too late, he runs out of bolt,
with fly-grip, clutching, he looks down at the ground.
The perfect acrobat, he twines graceful somersault
and lands flexing, unflustered, no sound.
(L. Dezonie, Claypole)
The difference between cats and dogs...
What is a Cat?
Cats do what they want. They rarely listen to you. They’re totally unpredictable. When you want to play, they want to be alone. When you want to be along, they want to play. They expect you to cater to their every whim. They’re moody. They leave hair everywhere.
Conclusion: They’re tiny women in little fur coats.
What is a Dog?
Dogs spend all day sprawled on the most comfortable piece of furniture in the house. They cac hear a package of food opening half a block away, but don’t hear you when you’re in the next room. They can look dumb and lovable at the same time. They growl when they are not happy. When you want to play, they want to play. When you want to be alone, they want to play. They leave their toys everywhere. They do disgusting things with their mouths and then try to give you a kiss. They go right for your crotch as soon as they meet you.
Conclusion: They‘re tiny men in little fur coats.
(L. Skivington, Long Eaton)
TANGO (Cornerstone of Uvebintangoed)
7.01.98 – 27.5.06
Tango was a gentle proud cat,
A Siamese of very good type.
His time had come to say goodbye,
As I gently held him close to my heart
He left my life; I wished we didn’t have to part.
He was not alone as he fell asleep,
Although his going left a pain so deep.
How could I have known those years ago
That my sweet red boy
Would climb into my heart and never let go,
And there he would stay, until sadly
We would have to part.
Tango was a joy for many years.
If only they had not ended in tears.
When he looked at me with his
Beautiful eyes of blue, so sadly
Losing their bright hue,
Too tired and weary to carry on,
I just knew his time had come.
I thank him for all the years of joy,
Tango my sweet Siamese red boy.
I know we will meet again – in feline heaven
Where there will only be happiness,
Contentment, warmth and no pain.
(D. Wallwein, Market Rasen)