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~by Mewsette On a night all dank and dismal, With a steady rain baptismal, My condition was abysmal, Trapped outside my own front door. For the poet I had trusted Staggered through it, leaving crusted Muddy shoes and me. Disgusted, I was shaken to the core. Yowling, "How could this have happened? Am I exiled evermore?" Stupid poet! What a sinner! Wet I was and feeling thinner, Realized I'd had no dinner; Such injustice I deplore! Through the mist, I saw a starling, Looking anything but darling. Near I crouched and low my snarling, Hot desire in every pore. With a fattened bird convenient, dinner wouldn't be a chore. Thinking, "Starling's very tasty, If a little bland and pasty", Primed and hungry, in my haste he Jerked aside ere I could score. Though the ground was soaked and spongy, With my fur and feet all grungy, Angrily I made a lunge he Wouldn't have survived before. Nasty bird slipped wetly through my grasp and twittered, this was war. How that starling, black and slimy, In the hour ahead would try me, Hopping out of reach in grimy Wickedness, what shame I bore! Till at last his feet, all muddy, Stuck to earth, I caught the cruddy Bird and brought him, limp and bloody, To the blasted shut-up door, Tore and slashed in satisfaction, not to mention blood and gore. With my hunger barely sated, Through the night I sat and waited, Poets loudly I berated, Those the world has no use for. Came the morn, the poet stumbled To the door and out he tumbled. In my throat the growling rumbled, I went streaking through the door. "Ach!" he cried, "Where had you hidden that I found you not before?" Such abuse! My thoughts did rankle, So I bit him on the ankle. "For that careless, stupid prank, I'll Take revenge tonight," I swore. I deserve my comforts, knowing That the fire's coals are glowing In my room and cream is flowing To my saucer on the floor. Such a night of misery I'd not forgive him, nevermore! Came the eve, the poet, tipsy, Flopped into his chair all dipsy, Water pitcher to his lips he Touched and then began to snore. Stealthily, so not to wake him, Onto table, lest I shake him, Push the pitcher now, I'd make him Rue his wrongs the night before. Knocked it in his lap and drenched him. Up he sprang with sodden roar. Would he lock me out in error when it's raining? Nevermore! 
~by Mewsette The whispering wind comes from nowhere, Except where it's been before. It whooshes along the earth with glee, It rustles the forest floor. It sweeps up over the hilltops, Making the little trees bend, And swishes into my open door Like an old and welcome friend. It whispers secrets into my ears, It tickles my whiskers and nose. I lean to the wind to hear where it's been, And watch to see where it goes. It makes me long to wander away And follow it while it roams, Along the riverbanks in the woods, Far from the city homes. The whispering wind goes flying with birds, And cushioning all their wings, And when it cools on the mountainsides, It doesn't whisper, it sings. Don't be gone long, my whispering wind, For stillness causes me sorrow. Come back to stroke me and ruffle my fur, Come back and whisper tomorrow. 
~by Phelicity When I fall asleep for a nice, long nap, Or curl up dreamily in your lap, Do you wonder what I dream of, All warm and lazy, secure in your love? My tail is flicking, my mouth is trembling, Shall I tell you of what I'm seeing? All the pretty little mousies. Pink and grey, dappled and fae, All the pretty little mousies. When I'm stretching on your soft quilt, Enjoying dreaminess to the hilt, Do I dream of days long ago? Of lazy afternoon rivers? No, My eyelids flutter, my paws are twitching, The light is lovely, you hear me purring. All the pretty little mousies. Brown and white, furry and bright, All the pretty little mousies. Do not wake me when day comes night, Nor let me lose this enchanting sight, Pink and grey, dappled and fae, Brown and white, furry and bright, All the pretty little mousies.
~by Mewsette Many a story I could tell About a kitty I know well; I'll tell the special parts. How playing music got us caught By her surprises, how she brought The sunshine to our hearts. She was small and fluffy grey, With eyes blue as the brightest day, Four dancing shoes of white, And when she'd hear the music play, She'd sail around the room the way A firefly does at night. Twirling feet and waving tail she pranced. Swirling fur and tossing head, she danced. Her family watched her, mystified, As 'round she swayed from side to side, And all of them would smile. What swishy movements, gracefully, Her dancing such a joy to see, And so unique in style. With some small jealousy, I'll add, I'd not the talent that she had, I watch her from afar, All sways and dips and little bumps, And as the music swells, she jumps! She's quite the little star. Twirling feet and waving tail she pranced, Swirling fur and tossing head, she danced. Oh, Kitty Heaven's quite a place, No stranger there to style and grace, And should the Goddess choose To call her there some future day, I know this kitty's bound to say, "I'll bring my dancing shoes." Then dance she would, forever more, On fluffy clouds, not this plain floor, While banishing our blues. But till that far-off fateful day, I'm glad she's here with us to stay, The kitty in dancing shoes.
~by Mewsette and Phelicity First Cat: If you pet her, I will turn my head. You should have taken her to the bed For secret petting I would not see. How could you do it in front of me?! Shall I show you a baleful eye? Instead of soft purring, shall I cry? Look at this tear creep down my nose! I'll stomp away and I'll howl my woes, For you should have petted me instead. How could you? Second Cat: If you pet her I will thwack my tail. I'll go to the bathtub room and wail. I need some loving and rubbing ears, You've been petting her first for years! Shall I give you a haughty glance Instead of my rubbing, bumping dance? Look at my sad face, this is the worst! I think my poor little heart will burst! For you don't know you should pet me first. How could you? Both cats: But you may pet us and stretch your arms, Enjoy at once both our catly charms At different sides of the room. What? Your arms are not long enough? You tried so hard and failed? That's rough. We're thinking hard while we groom. Oh well, if each of us can save face, Then we will cope with this big disgrace, For your shortcomings we hadn't reckoned. As long as I'm first and she is second. |