Big or small
Runt or tall,
Most are homey
And all purr,
How cats tell
Life’s a ball,
Quick to split
When put off,
They do spit
But won’t talk…
Always fussy
Often bossy,
Get their way
Else are pouty…
Stuck up moggies
None seen smile,
Quietly devious
And oh so agile,
But will connive
To stay alive,
As them there cats!
Poetry on a canapé 
This poem can make a cat miaouw, mew or even growl ! Fffffffff!
The author should be careful !
Living in a household filled with one cool lady and two cool cats, one must work hard to grab a modicum of attention. Alas this latest attempt of poetic yarn about the feline members of society seems to have reaped some benefit.
Jean-Jacques Fournier
What I appreciate most about cats are their nine lives.
Thank God they don’t slurp!
I know what you mean… However and alas, though our life as so called humans gives us but one life, it is far longer than poor cat’s nine no matter how you calculate. Mind you I wouldn’t argue against life duration role reversal for many so called humans (whose misery causing categories I leave to your imagination), versus the usefulness of fellow cats. Happy New Year! Jean-Jacques Fournier