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Conversation with a Cat
by Cathlyn Cartier
I caught myself doing it today,
Talking to you like you understand,
Like you really care,
Like you know the thoughts in my head
and somehow possess the wisdom to answer my problems.
You just peered at me through half-closed eyes,
Giving me a look of cool disdain,
As you licked your paw and flicked your tail,
As if to say
I cant be bothered with your petty worries.
As you sit upon your throne, surveying your kingdom.
Your throne on my sweater, on my sofa, in my house
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You arent even my damn cat!
There I go, doing it again
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11/25/2002 Author's Note: She's actually my sons' cat, I only tolerate her presence for their sakes.
Posted on 11/25/2002
Copyright © 2024 Cathlyn Cartier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 11/25/02 at 09:22 PM Yeah sure! We know who's running the show, hehehe!The most interesting part is that this poem was written to the cat. I love it...and cats. Peace... |
| Posted by Adrian Calhoun on 11/26/02 at 06:02 AM Don't feel bad, I talk to myself a lot. At least you can say someone or something was listening to you. Good writing my friend. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 11/27/02 at 09:10 PM That, my friend, is what cats are FOR. |
| Posted by Anne Howe on 12/22/02 at 11:28 AM purrfect description .....love the look, lick and flick and know only too well the jumper throne ... very clever |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 08/01/03 at 03:42 AM Funtastic poem of the high and mighty Cathie...Charlie |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 01/02/04 at 02:02 AM Ooh, this is cute and humerous. I have a sweater, here kitty, kitty. |
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