I find the cat a delightful saga that I've been watching
as it grows, we all need delight.
Ted Slade wrote:
> Have faith.
>
> Ted Slade
> http://www.poetrykit.org/
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>
> [log in to unmask] wrote:
> >
> > I've just joined this group today. I'm not sure if I've done the right thing.
> > I notice DGClark calls the piece below Poem 10. There hasn't really been ten
> > of these things, has there?
> > LS
> >
> > In a message dated 29/10/00 18:03:05 GMT Standard Time,
> > [log in to unmask] writes:
> >
> > >
> > > Grown-up Cat
> > >
> > > Marty is now a grown-up cat.
> > > He is all of six months old
> > > And has his new cat collar
> > > To keep the fleas away.
> > > He still lies on my chest and licks my face.
> > > In the morning I give him
> > > Biscuits and water. No milk.
> > > He gets his catfood in the evening
> > > Before he goes out the catflaps exploring.
> > > He sleeps all day
> > > Somewhere in the dishevelled house,
> > > Although he attacks his scratching post
> > > When I come downstairs in the morning.
> > > He is the best of cats.
> > > Always interested.
> > > With his grey coat and white paws,
> > > white chest and half a white moustache.
> > > He still likes to play with his black mouse.
> > > Dunking it in his food
> > > And bringing it to me to throw for him to retrieve.
> > > And he scratches the furniture. Naughty boy.
> > > He is a proper grown-up cat.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
Ted Slade wrote:
> Have faith.
>
> Ted Slade
> http://www.poetrykit.org/
> A Yahoo! "most popular site"
>
> [log in to unmask] wrote:
> >
> > I've just joined this group today. I'm not sure if I've done the right thing.
> > I notice DGClark calls the piece below Poem 10. There hasn't really been ten
> > of these things, has there?
> > LS
> >
> > In a message dated 29/10/00 18:03:05 GMT Standard Time,
> > [log in to unmask] writes:
> >
> > >
> > > Grown-up Cat
> > >
> > > Marty is now a grown-up cat.
> > > He is all of six months old
> > > And has his new cat collar
> > > To keep the fleas away.
> > > He still lies on my chest and licks my face.
> > > In the morning I give him
> > > Biscuits and water. No milk.
> > > He gets his catfood in the evening
> > > Before he goes out the catflaps exploring.
> > > He sleeps all day
> > > Somewhere in the dishevelled house,
> > > Although he attacks his scratching post
> > > When I come downstairs in the morning.
> > > He is the best of cats.
> > > Always interested.
> > > With his grey coat and white paws,
> > > white chest and half a white moustache.
> > > He still likes to play with his black mouse.
> > > Dunking it in his food
> > > And bringing it to me to throw for him to retrieve.
> > > And he scratches the furniture. Naughty boy.
> > > He is a proper grown-up cat.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
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