A Country Cat in the City

    ~by Mewsette

    Did you know cats have nine lives? It's true.
    And let me tell you, it's sure a good thing!
    In the country the thunder of storms in Spring
    Can scare you right out of one or two.

    On my country porch it sure was nice,
    Till the wasps got in, playing Bomb the Cat,
    Now I ask you! What kind of porch is that?
    They stung me once, but they couldn't twice.

    I wanted outside but it looked so hard,
    There's fleas and ticks and grasses so high,
    And a hawk overhead with an evil eye,
    And eeek! There's a cattle in my yard!

    But oh, country nights are still and black,
    With twinkling stars for the only light
    In the quiet woods, where it feels so right,
    I'd give one of my lives to be going back.

    For now I've become a city cat,
    And cars go by with a boom boom boom
    That hurts my ears and rattles the room,
    It was surely hard getting used to that!

    The sirens come screaming down the street
    As I'm trying to eat or nodding off,
    Exhaust in the air makes me blink and cough,
    The honking and noise knock me off my feet!

    All night long it's so bright outside,
    With city lights on and humans' tread.
    Don't they ever go home to bed?
    I couldn't sleep in this if I tried!

    So where is it best? I muse, I talk.
    What will it be, the wasp or the boom?
    The cattles outside or night light in the room?
    The screaming of sirens or scream of a hawk?

    What makes a place perfect, if I should roam?
    I'm a wise cat who's lived many years,
    Steadied my nerves and calmed my fears.
    The answer is easy - wherever it's Home.

    To My Furmother

    A poem for my mother BamBam, by Mewsette

    I've been so lucky all of my life,
    To have my furmother close to me,
    Closer than husband, child or wife,
    Closer than any human could be.

    My papa was lost and she was grieving,
    The day she gave birth to me in hiding.
    Our human had searched two days, believing
    My furmother must be there, abiding.

    My kitten eyes opened to her loving gaze,
    To her soft beauty and constant care,
    And as I grew, she showed me the ways
    Of being a True Cat beyond compare.

    My furmother taught me to hunt and hide,
    She taught me to climb in trees above,
    She made me conduct myself with pride,
    And most of all, she taught me to love.

    For fifteen years of winters and springs,
    Beyond the lives of my long-gone brothers,
    I've lived so blessed in and through all things,
    Lying close and warm with the best of mothers.

    I feel the day coming when we must part.
    My old furmother lies weak in the sun.
    And these warm memories I'll hold in my heart
    Forever, my mother, the closest one.

    BB's Daughter

    ~by Mewsette

    She's just called BB, because her name,
    To her, is a source of disgust and shame.
    She's a lovely lady, and I have sought her
    All of my life, I'm BB's daughter.

    Once BB was sneaky beyond compare,
    She'd run from her crime and leave me there.
    In all the years that they never caught her,
    Oh well, they'd blame it on BB's daughter.

    The food bowls got emptied, BB got fat.
    Do you suppose humans would notice that?
    I just crept up to the kibble brought her,
    Oh well, it must have been BB's daughter.

    We used to play together just fine,
    But my reputation was on the line.
    Somehow all the catnip toys they bought her
    Got lost- you guessed it- by BB's daughter.

    I watched in silence, I'd sit and nuzzle
    When BB jumped in and scattered a puzzle;
    She licked the butter and spilled the water.
    Whatever the mess, it was BB's daughter.

    As she got older and I in my prime,
    She settled down from her life of crime,
    But still disappeared, as time had taught her,
    Whatever went wrong, it was BB's daughter.

    I'm a loyal child, I stay close to her;
    I love her, warm her, and groom her fur.
    They see us together the way they oughter,
    And BB's perfect, but oh! that daughter.

    Know what? Though I never did a crime,
    I watched her, amazed, and had the best time!
    She's quite an old lady, I'm glad I've got her.
    And I'm real proud to be BB's daughter!

    Cat for a Lifetime

    ~by Mewsette

    A cat in your family will surely be
    Much more than a friend who is company.
    Humans have patience with friends, and that
    Is often more than they give their cat.

    They may have casual friendships,
    They may even get mad and shout,
    But from what I see, they will mend it,
    Not go throwing their old friends out.
    A friend may have funny habits,
    That's what makes them all unique.
    But they tolerate friends' behavior
    That may not be the best they seek.

    A cat in your family should always be
    Someone to be cared for with sympathy,
    And while some humans are good at that,
    Others are not attached to their cat.

    They don't give away their children
    When they get in trouble at school.
    They don't discard their teenager
    When he's clumsy and acts like a fool,
    They don't put down their old grandma
    Who forgets where the bathroom is,
    And if they divorce in a marriage,
    They still have homes- hers and his.

    A cat in your family should surely be
    Begun like a babe in a nursery,
    A lifetime commitment, all things above,
    Like all family members, a lifetime of love.

    I Dream

    ~by Mewsette

    I dream of long-ago hunts
    in tall brown grasses, hot sun,
    in cool bushes when day was done,
    of birds in high, rustly trees,
    of walking on roofs on the breeze,
    when I was a strong young cat.

    I dream of dark, dewy forests,
    and winds that ruffled my fur,
    and warm nooks that made me purr,
    of the big white brother I bossed,
    of other loved ones, now lost,
    when I was a strong young cat.

    I dream of my wild adventures,
    of some times when I was scared,
    of a country porch three cats shared,
    with good times and peaceful scenes,
    with playing, and treats of sardines,
    when I was a strong young cat.

    I dream sometimes of a Bridge,
    'neath a rainbow and soft blue skies,
    where many who said goodbyes
    are waiting there for me,
    where someday I shall be
    once again, a strong young cat.

    Cats of Long Ago

    ~by Mewsette

    Long, long ago in Egypt,
    We were treasured and revered.
    Long ago in the Middle Ages,
    We were trodden upon or feared.

    Long ago a few generations,
    As humans count the score,
    We lived outside and fed ourselves,
    And the care we got was poor.

    And then there came a division
    Of the Long Ago's, so strange.
    Some cats are wonderfully pampered,
    Some cats saw nothing change.

    What would a cat of long ago,
    Looking forward in time and space,
    Believe from the cries of the many left
    With no homes and no safe place?

    Oh, let us live our lives right now,
    So cats of the future will know
    Their lives are good because of the work
    Of the cats of "long ago".

    Promises to Keep

    ~by Mewsette

    Now in the Autumn of the year,
    When days are short and snow is near,
    The earth prepares to sleep.
    The colored leaves have drifted down,
    And earth's new landscape, drab and brown,
    Has promises to keep.

    Now Mother Nature watches well,
    Her schedule for rebirth to tell,
    And through the winter's wait,
    We know the earth, when it is due,
    Will spring to life again, brand new,
    For she is never late.

    When, in the Autumn of our days,
    Our lives have changed in many ways,
    We may find comfort, too,
    That one who watches while we sleep
    Has also promises to keep,
    And knows just what to do.

    Then my Meowmie watches well,
    For so in love with me she fell,
    My birth was in her heart.
    So if I leave, through floods of tears,
    Or if I stay for many years,
    We'll never be apart.

    The earth will sleep in peace, believing,
    I will sleep in peace, believing
    Promises to keep.




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