When I was a Kitty Nurse

    ~by Phelicity Marie Dauphine

    My Meowmie was doing the strangest thing;
    No matter how loud I'd call,
    She stayed in the bed and moaned and groaned,
    And wouldn't get up at all!

    She stumbled about too late for breakfast
    And gave me some lunch instead,
    And said she was busy having the flu
    And went right back to bed!

    I patted and kneaded, rolled and purred,
    And pestered her all the while,
    But all of the head bumps in the world
    Wouldn't make Meowmie smile.

    For days this strange behavior went on,
    And all of my meals were late!
    So I kept her company on the bed
    And resigned myself to my fate.

    Did she forget how to be a meowmie,
    And how I like things to be?
    Well, I didn't know, she just held me close
    And said she depended on me.

    That made me feel so needed and special
    That I wrote this poem to tell
    How a kitty beside you's the furry best thing
    To make a sick human get well!

    I'm happy to say my Meowmie got better.
    I helped her not to get worse!
    And she thanks me lovingly for those days
    When I was a kitty nurse.

    Fuzziness Grows and Grows

    This is my tenth fuzzy summer, I'm told,
    Cause I am already nine years old.
    When I was tiny, my fuzzies were too,
    But oh, how much longer and thicker they grew!
    I'm still not a big cat, I am furry small,
    But my fluffy fuzziness isn't at all.
    The winter was long but it didn't feel colder.
    I musta got fuzzier as I got older!
    And now I hope summer won't feel too stuffy,
    I'm such a puffball of furry and fluffy!
    I know getting fuzzier's really the tops,
    But goodness, I wonder if it efur stops!

    by Phabulous Phluffy Phuzzy Phurry Phelicity

    My Life, Their Lives

    ~by Phelicity Marie Dauphine

    Born to be cuddled and kissed on the head,
    Born to be photographed, loved and admired,
    Born to be cared for and yummily fed,
    These are the things any cat has desired.

    Born to know nothing of danger and strife,
    Born to be pampered and taken to shows,
    Born to be sunshine in somebody's life,
    These are the things a real lucky cat knows.

    All I've desired, I've had.
    All that is lucky, I've known.
    All of the love I give comes back to me
    doubled in love I'm shown.

    Born to hear never a kind word said,
    Born to be hungry and scared and tired,
    Born to be longing for one soft bed,
    Just a few things all kittens required.

    Born to face terror, danger and strife,
    Born to be discarded, so many, those.
    Born to cling pitifully to a hard life,
    Nobody cared for them, none of them chose.

    All I can do I must do.
    All I can help with I should.
    All of the love I give comes back to me
    doubled in doing good.

    Here in the Starlight

    ~by Phelicity Marie Dauphine

    Here in the starlight, as I gaze
    At skies much prettier than the day's,
    I see them twinkle and sometimes fall,
    As if the sky hadn't room for all.

    Here in the starlight, I should know
    That all the stars have a place to go.
    If there's more of them than was planned,
    The sky will hold them and just expand.

    Here in the starlight, do I see
    The eyes of Bast looking down on me?
    The wings of angels with kitty faces
    I loved years past and in other places?

    Why does it give my heart a squeeze
    To care for others on nights like these?
    To think of a goddess all in fur
    Who could be helping them if I purr?

    If my heart is as full of love
    As stars that fill the sky up above,
    Is there room to hold in my heart
    That caring, or will it break apart?

    Here in the starlight I can tell
    My purrs are stars, even if they fell.
    And in my heart, all the love I feel
    Expands like sky, if the love is real.

    Where oh Where Can a Kitty Go?

    ~by Phelicity Marie Dauphine

    Just as I lay on the top of my head
    With my paw in my ear at the foot of the bed,
    As purrfectly comfy as kitties can be,
    Some human turns over and overturns me.

    Just as I settle in beauty and grace
    In a lovely, cool window with breeze on my face,
    As purrfect a picture as kitties can be,
    Some human starts vacuuming, startling me.

    Just as I dreamily nod off to sleep
    Dreaming dreams in my basket much better than sheep,
    As purrfectly happy as kitties can be,
    Some human trips over my basket and me.

    Just as I find a deep, dark little nook
    In a far corner closet where no one will look,
    As purrfectly hidden as kitties can be,
    Some human comes blundering in, finding me.

    "Awww," says the human, and "Mrawrr" says myself,
    Is there no private kitty perch, no hidden shelf?
    As purrfect a place must exist, that I know!
    Where, where, oh where can a kitty go?

    Life is Fragile

    ~by Phelicity

    Life is fragile, it comes, it goes,
    And we never understand.
    It curls at the edges like a rose,
    It doesn't do what we planned.

    In Life's dark days, we purr above.
    And trust in a brand new dawn.
    If Life takes back some things we love,
    We mourn our loss and move on.

    Yet we should not, when things go wrong,
    Face it with fear and dread.
    Life is fragile, but love is strong,
    And love lives on instead.



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