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Rhyme or Reason by Lynda Ward

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Unwanted at the Rescue
Whatever’s wrong with black and white? Is there something I don’t know?
’Cause every year about this time, they’re all we have to show.
The other colours all get picked, they go throughout the year,
But no-one wants the black and white, they all get left right here.
The tabby, tortie, ginger too, the white go really fast.
But people look at black and white, and then they walk right past.
Their trusting little faces raised, they’re such a lovely sight,
The families look... then say the words... “We don’t want black and white”.
Does it really matter, the colour of their fur?
The length of hair, the size of paws, and whether ‘him’ or ‘her’
Please... next time you are looking, put on your coat and hat,
Go to your nearest rescue and choose a ‘FELIX’ cat.
(Z. Brittain, Murray, Bourton House Cat & Kitten Rescue, Sedgley)


The twelve days of Catmus

(Sing to the 12 Days of Christmas: with apologies to the original author)

On the first day of Catmus, there came a gift from me: I’ll sit there and purr on your knee.

On the second day of Catmus there cam a gift from me: two headless mice, and I’ll sit there and purr on your knee.

On the third day of Catmus, there came a gift from me: three fur balls, two headless mice, and I’ll sit there and purr on your knee.

On the fourth day of Catmus, there came a gift from me: four feathered friends, three fur balls, two headless mice, and I’ll sit there and purr on your knee.

On the fifth day of Catmus, there came a gift from me: Five furry things, four feathered friends, three fur balls, two headless mice, and I’ll sit there and purr on your knee.

(Have you got the idea now??)
Six cats a spraying....
Seven litters brimming....
Eight fish heads reeking....
Nine fleas a leaping....
Ten queens a calling....
Eleven kittens suckling....
Twelve vets bills coming....
....And I’ll sit there and purr on your knee!!!!
(N. Webster, Wakefield)


Pale Purple Pussy

Pale purple pussy, where have you been?
Pale purple phantom, what have you seen?

Out of the house
I saw a mouse,
Bit off its head
And left it dead.

Squirrel I saw,
Killed with my jaw.
Took it indoor,
Had a good gnaw,
Left corpse on floor
Covered in gore,
Went out for more.

Stalked a chaffinch,
Missed by half inch.
Leaped for a pigeon,
Missed by a smidgeon.

Got me a rat,
Was nice and fat.
When I had slain
I ate its brain.

But then I saw
The cat next door
And that meant war.

My ears laid back
And tail fluffed out,
Gave him a clout
With threat’ning shout,
Get Orf My Land!
Home after that,
Called a “bad cat”.
I’m no sinner,
Where’s my dinner?

Pale purple pussy, so beautiful but cruel,
Pale purple phantom, you’re nobody’s fool.
(T. Tantram, Great Bookham)