I might even write one and get a comeback:

Song of Princess Phelicity


(or, of Kitty Worship in Sound Effects and Adjectives)

Born of royalty, born of nobility,
Full of fidelity, loyal and true,
Blessed with such sweetness, amazing agility,
Beautiful, virtuous, pedigreed, blue.

This is the kitty who charms and enraptures me,
This is the baby who blinds me with love,
This is the angel who easily captures me,
Pure as the seraphim, white as the dove.

May I live earnestly singing her praises,
To bask in the light of perfection I see,
Gratefully, humbly allow that she raises
To deeper awareness the imperfect me.

          Was she listening? Did I do well?
     Did she hear me? How can I tell?
      Well.....

This little kitty has sound effects
     like none you have ever heard,
And she can express righteous indignation    
(all indignation is righteous to a cat.)    
with nary a glance or word.

But she sounds like Alka-seltzer.

Her tail goes plop plop swish swish when she's ired,
and Fwump Fwump Fwap Fwap when she's irked,
and TWAK! TWAK! TWAK! when she's just
              plain mad.

Her purr is on a par with heavy machinery.
Ha-rum Ha-rum Ha-rum in my ear all night    
as a kitten.
Ba-room Ba-room Ba-room in my lap all day    
as a young cat.
Rumpita-Brr Rumpita-Brr if I'm allowed to    
stroke her to sleep.

And when she wants me, the whole county knows.

We hear Nnggow! from the kitchen or
Gnngroww! from the bedroom or
YOWOWW!!! from the bathroom where
          it reverberates
And I race through the house to reach her  
before the mirror breaks.

But most of the time my cherished little darling
Is sweetly, politely and silently pure,
Modest, unspoiled and benevolent to humans,
A bundle of loving perfection, I'm sure.

~^..^~
           Is it over? Is she going?
        Is she finished? Never knowing?
        Well.....

This is the woman who grabs me up
      to hug me and dance about,
Who kisses my head every time she passes    
unless I am hiding out.
But I know she loves me.

How can she help but love me?
I am so eminently lovable,
I can't help it if she adores me,
Beautiful, elegant, wonderful me.

How can she help but drive me crazy?
I am so amazingly desirable,
I can't help it if she kisses me,
Gorgeous, magnificent, marvelous me.

How can she help but pursue me?
I am so easily embraceable,
I can't help it if she dances with me,
Precious, angelic, incredible me.

How can she help but turn my head?
I am so deliciously pampered,
I can't help it if she spoils me,
Fabulous, pedigreed, sweet little me.

But most of the time my silly old mama
Tries hard to restrain herself, loving me so.
Being a Princess, I sigh, is not easy.
But I love her too. Princesses do that, you know.

A long-ago poem I wrote for Mewsette

She lies in beauty, she's ultra-bored,
She's not in the mood to be adored,
Her warning is not pretended.

Her tail is twitching, her eyes are cool,
But I go hugging her like a fool,
And then she is most offended.

Later, having been roundly scorned,
I keep my distance the way she warned,
Leaving our rift unmended.

Then silently, on gossamer feet,
Appearing next to me in my seat,
Her purr is music, her eyes are stars,
I see a rainbow, I hear guitars,
She licks her kisses upon my hands,
I fall in love, and she understands.....
It's just the way she intended.




A Poem for BamBam on the mountain


My Old Girl

We've been through so much together,
It's astounding that we live.
Now there's been, upon reflection,
So much more she must forgive.
Many years we've known each other
All the different ways we were.
She was wise in ways of humans,
But I learned of cats from her.

I was less than understanding,
She was loyal, more than true,
While I gave away her babies,
While I lost the oldest two.
She shows no recrimination,
I, too little real regard
For her grief for those, the missing,
When I found my own too hard.

And when I whisper Stay with me, she does.
And if I whispered Leave me now, she would.
And someday I'll remember, as I should,
That everything a cat should be, she was.

Now we've made a move together -
It's the last one while we live,
She, with calm acceptance, giving
Everything she has to give.
Fewer years to know each other
Now begin, but not too well.
I've restored to her her daughter,
But her sons- e'er time will tell.

When her understanding fails her,
May I give her all my own,
Crediting to her deep silence
Feelings that I should have known.
Tolerance and love I owe her,
Let me show her no regret
For eleven years of living
With the truest person yet.

And when I whisper Stay with me, she does.
And if I whispered Leave me now, she would.
And someday I'll remember, as I should,
That everything a cat should be, she was.