Page Three   Tabby and Angie ~by Mewsette Tabby the cat was nearly ten When Angie the kitten came to stay. Tabby was most displeased, and then Would swat poor Angie out of her way. Angie, so small and scared at first, Really tried to be Tabby's friend, But Tabby's attitude was the worst. She'd not be nice or even pretend. As years went by, the cats had a truce, Angie was hurt but remained polite, But oh, the growls and hisses were loose If she tried to share the bed at night. Tabby ignored the younger cat, Warned her away or glared her down, So Angie learned she could deal with that And turned her back with a haughty frown. It came to pass that Angie was ten, And Tabby still lived, but old and weak. She couldn't climb on the bed by then. When Angie did, Tabby couldn't speak. Angie, then stronger though she was, Still kept her distance, she always had. Tabby'd shiver, as an old cat does, For she was cold, and Angie felt bad. She looked at Tabby, so frail and thin, And then at herself, all fluffy-warm, And thought how mean Tabby'd always been. But a brand new feeling was taking form. Angie crept closer, held her breath - The old cat opened her eyes a crack, Then sighed and closed them again in death While Angie snuggled against her back. We know her feelings had been abused, Her offer of friendship rudely spurned. In all the years that she was refused, How do we know what Angie learned? A Veteran's Words ~by Mewsette When our mom was just a child, So small she gurgled when she smiled, On Pearl Harbor Day, Her daddy, standing tall and proud, To watch her grow was not allowed, The war took him away. For long, hard years, his life on pause, He fought in Freedom's urgent cause, With all the best of men, And by the end, he stayed alive, When he came home, our mom was five, She didn't know him then. In many pictures, I have seen Him smiling as a proud Marine, But Mom says there is more. The freedom that we prize today, Preserved for us so far away, Is why he went to to war. The words he taught her I repeat, For none who live them know defeat. Duty, Honor, Country. And when he died, her sons she told The words he lived by, young and old. Duty, Honor, Country. As we honor those who gave Their lives, our freedom once to save, Duty, Honor, Country. Now on this day, may we remember When we think about September. Duty. Honor. Country. All I Want For Christmas ~by Mewsette All I want for Christmas is a small sardine, Perfectly presented on a bed of green, Please, without tomato, just a glaze of oil, And some crushed ice underneath so it won't spoil. Also I would love a brand new catnip mouse, Small and furry grey, to bat around the house, Little ears that wiggle, and a nose of pink, Waterproof for when I drop it in the sink. Also I could use a giant scratching pad, Nice and sturdy, bigger than the ones I've had, Laced with double catnip very fresh and strong, Then my manicures would all be nice and long. Also I'd adore a velvet collar, white, Set with little diamonds that'll sparkle bright, Looking rich and fancy just for dressup, that Is because I am a most discerning cat. All these little presents are so simple, yet, If I have to choose the only thing I'll get, Even though, among all Catdom, I am Queen, All I want for Christmas is a small sardine! I Am Feline, Hear Me Roar ~by Mewsette I am Feline, hear me purr, Feel my soft and silky fur, And I know you won't be able to resist Naming all my wondrous charms As you hold me in your arms, I am treasured, I am pampered, I am kissed. Oh yes, I am wise, in a secret, quiet way. Here in this disguise, you may not hear me say I am strong, I am invincible, I am Feline. I am Feline, hear it told, In the ancient days of old, How they worshipped me as goddess of all good. Yes, they bowed so low to praise All my glory in those days, It's a shame they don't continue as they should. Oh yes, I am wise, in the secret ancient arts. Here in this disguise, I still possess their hearts. I am strong, I am invincible, I am Feline. I am Feline, let me be, Let me look around and see How my heritage improved the life we've got. For although each one is small, Hurting one affects us all. I'm astonished to discover it has not! Oh yes, I am wise, I am angry, hear me roar! Open up your eyes, and see what I deplore! I am strong, I am invincible, I am Feline. They have let us roam and breed Many more of us to feed, Till the mewls of homeless babies reach the sky. They have locked us up in droves, Thrown us lifeless into stoves, How can I be happy while my sisters die? Oh yes, I am wise, I am brokenhearted so, Here is my disguise. They call me and I go. I am strong, I am invincible, I am Feline. The Calico Mystique ~by Mewsette I'm real proud to be a true calico, Not dilute or tortie, bright colored you know! My fur's very long and my eyes are green. In my house, I'm the undisputed Queen! And all of us calicos, quick and bright, Are the kind of cats who do everything right. We can do anything better! We're always the smartest cat in the house, We're always the fastest to catch a mouse. We can flirt, and we bat our eyelashes In the midst of our wild little dashes. Cause all human hearts go Flip and Boom, Whenever a calico's in the room. We can do anything better! We sing in a lovely soprano lilt, We're ever so good at dispensing guilt, Guilt for the humans, not us, of course, In fact, we're an irresistable force! No human's so brave to argue with that, Not if they live with a calico cat. We can do anything better! I have killed throwrugs and shredded logs, Pulled stuffing from pillows and hissed at dogs, But I lower my eyes in a pretty pout, Go under the table, glance miserably out, Till I get the attention I want and crave From the human I chose to be my slave. We can do anything better! We're a provocative, talkative cat, Flamboyant and elegant, more than that, We are soft lovers who steal your hearts, Along with your hankies and earring parts, These things just sound like all cats, you say? Ah, but we do them the calico way! We can do anything better! Please visit our new Page Four!