Do you know any cat poems?

Question

The tortoiseshell cat, she sits on the mat,
As gay as a sunflower she,
In orange and pink, you see her blink,
And her eyes are as green as the sea.

But all is vanity, all the way,
Because every cat in the twilight's grey.

Even a tortoiseshell cat!

Answer 1

Training Your Human


Training your human is a thankless task.
"Why bother with it?", some kittens may ask.
The fate of the world is the issue at hand,
as felines worldwide stake a claim for their land.
Make no bones about it, we cats own the joint.
We spray in the corners to drive home the point.

Some say the meek shall inherit the Earth,
But they've no fangs or claws, for what that's worth.
The cat is the ultimate species, you see,
We're poised to usurp man's authority.
These silly old humans who cannot play nice!
We cats are peaceful, we hate only mice.

Just what does training your human entail?
A host of fun things you must do without fail:
The sofas and rugs need a little makeover.
The La-Z-Boy's target for kitty takeover.
Then sleep on clean towels placed in the guest bath.
And make their best clothing a target of wrath.

Tear down those new drapes with a quick forceful tug.
Then tatter the pile of the new Berber rug.
And when they are sleeping, you block off their nose,
paw at their lower lip, chew on their toes.
Strut on the mantle. If they give any flack,
knock down their trophies and all bric-a-brac.

Shed on mom's new velvet black evening gown,
as she's headed out for a night on the town.
If they leave you home all alone for the night,
(Any human doing this can't be all that bright),
They're telling you by leaving, it's perfectly all right,
To totally redecorate 'til dawn's early light.
Knock over tables and chew up the fern.
Hurry, go faster! Soon, they'll return...

When they try to punish, you mustn't show concern.
(All attempts of discipline a pussycat should spurn.)
A snide flick of tail will convey no remorse,
but they will try harder to scold you, of course!
So, hide in the closet until they forget,
and then launch out just like an F-14 jet.

Tear up their ankle, their forearm, their hand,
then when they've had all the pain they can stand,
dart from the room while they call 9-1-1,
and celebrate victory: The felines have won!
To humans, however, the battle's begun,
as they steep in their anger and wish for a gun.

Pathetic and lumbering and clumsy to boot,
My friend, human dominance is really a hoot.
Take charge in your home. It's destiny, meow.
(The verses above have already told how.)
So sleep for an hour, and then grab some chow,
And then train your human, beginning right now.

Answer 2

Hi hun what a brilliant question. I have a terrific very small book called Christmas carols for cats by Julie & John Hope. My favourite is The First Slow Yell (sing to The First Noel).

The first slow yell for you as you lay
Asleep in the morning on Christmas Day
O do not snore please get out of bed
It's seven o'clock and I haven't been fed

Refrain: O Yell O Yell O Yell O Yell
Feed me at once or I'll make your life hell

To lay a-bed is an awful disgrace
Get up right now or I'll sit on your face
My furry paw 'neath the covers will crawl
Fill up my bowl or I'll caterwaul

Refrain

You last big chance now give us a break
I've clawed at your nightshirt you should be awake
I'll niggle and naggle, be ever so rude
For nothing else matters when I want my food

Answer 3

Not really a poem, but very good regardless!! I was in tears halfway through. I had to "put down" a beloved cat after 17 great years; it took awhile, but I did replace it with another cat that's just like him (: (: (:

Answer 4

You should read some T.S. Eliot, he wrote "Old Possums Book of Practical Cats". He wrote the poems that inspired the musical "CATS".

"He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime — Macavity's not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there's no on like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square —
But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!

They say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!"
Macavity: The Mystery Cat

Answer 5

Nice poem...I own a Tortie.

Someone already mentioned Eliot. Another thing you might want to read is not poetry but fiction (has some neat poetic elements to it though). Tad Williams wrote a book called "Tailchaser's Song" which is a fantasy book dealing with cat society. It is a really fun read and I recommend it if you like cats.

Answer 6

A Cat Named Da Prince


There once was a cat named Da Prince
he got into trash cans and ate quince

he wore old discards so cool
that he became quite a fool

for little girls who throw away tins.

Answer 7

In Chicken Soup for the Cat Lover's Soul there are a bunch you would like

Answer 8

The Cat in the Hat ?

Answer 9

umm... its not a poem like you have given for an example. but T.S.Elliot's 'Macavity' is about a cat .