Welcome to Lynda Ward’s ‘Rhyme or Reason’, a regular column devoted to feline related sayings, poems, rhymes, limericks and ditties (these can be by you, or even by your cat or another animal). You’ll receive a free 2kg bag of James Wellbeloved premium cat food if your item is published (5kg if it’s chosen as the ‘Star Turn’) and it can relate to any aspect of cats and cat ownership. So don’t delay, start racking your brains for those serious, funny or wise words!
Contributions should be e-mailed to Lynda at lyndaward@pettradesolutions.com faxed to 01773 540703 or posted to Lynda Ward, c/o Our Cats, with your full postal address.
Further extracts from Bourton House Cat and Kitten Rescue’s mewsletter, sent in by a well wisher...
You no longer love me
I don’t understand, explain to me please, why I no longer sleep on your bed.
Why I’m not on your lap, and I never get fuss, and I spend all my life in the shed.
I paw at your legs but you send me away, I sit and I patiently wait.
I try to get in when you walk down the path, but you close both the door and the gate.
You never come near me from morning ’til night, just give me my food twice a day.
You said I was special, that I was your life, now you’ve taken your feelings away.
I once lived inside and you loved me to bits, you cradled me next to your face.
Now I’m no longer wanted, you’ve cast me aside, a baby has taken my place!
Z. Britain-Murray, Sedgley
A little pity
Is it too much to ask when I come to your door
looking cold, and bedraggled and thin.
To be given some food and a kind gentle word
even though you won’t let me come in.
I can see through your windows the warmth of your fire,
your own pusscats full and replete.
How lucky they are to be cherished and loved
and to always have food there to eat.
Two litters of babies I tried hard to rear,
giving birth in a bush where I lay,
but some disappeared, and I’ve no idea where,
and the others were taken away.
It isn’t my fault that I don’t have a home,
that I bed door to door to survive
please open your heart, I’m not asking for much,
just enough to help keep me alive.
Z. Brittain-Murray, Sedgley
Bottoms up!
The little girl asked her grandad why cats and dogs went sniffing around each others’ bottoms, this is what he said...
Once upon a time all the cats and dogs in the world went to a dance, when they arrived they all went to the cloakroom, took off their bottoms and hung them up on pegs.
During the evening a fire broke out and they were all told to leave the dance hall immediately.
They all rushed to the cloakroom only to find it was full of smoke, and they could not see a thing.
Panicking like mad, they all took the first bottom they could find and ran home, consequently... to this day... all cats and dogs go round sniffing each others bottoms hoping that one day they will find their own!!!!
Z. Brittain-Murray, Sedgley
