Loading ...Ever been in love
with a slug in a fur coat?
Her name’s Beatrice
El Chupacabra
has been loosed upon the world.
His name is Cleto
Stop padding on me;
Cleto your claws are like knives.
Where’s the peroxide?
Bea drinks my iced tea
just like a good southern girl.
Really she’s British.
Rise in the morning
with a cat-butt in my face.
What a wake-up call.
Cleto your meow
Sounds like my grandmother’s cough
just after smoking.
In the spring Bea sheds
Her fur is ubiquitous.
It gets in my drink.
A lap full of Bea
means lack of circulation.
Cat and legs both sleep.
Kitties love scritchins
on their noggins and their chins-
not on the belly
Arms covered in scars
from the brutal love of cats.
Somebody take’em.
But no one but me
could want such evil creatures;
I’m a masochist.
Buy me a beer!
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Puss sleeps at my feet
But only because she loves
the blue comforter.
Complicated Puss
loves her tuna when she does
Not hate her tuna.
Do not pick Puss up.
She will yell at your faux pas.
And maybe scratch you.
Puss will tap your arm
If your rate of ear scritchins
Is deemed infrequent.
I wish i had
a cat to call my own;
i’m poet alone.
Bas Sansacat!
We were so lucky not to have that pet food poison get to our cat. That would have been just a terrible blow.
R the P’s last haiku up there is too true.
And I agree about the poison. My cats are like babies to me. But Bea is like me - she’s been through hell and high water (really high water) and she keeps on pollenating.
Cat Haiku should be more popular!
Puss McNows to say
I don’t like this. She also
McNows for I do!
Sleeping kitty snores
Dreaming of a thousand cats,
Plotting takeovers!
Bast was queen of cats
But Bastet ruled all perfumes.
What a demotion.
Do Kinderdijk and
Harry Chapin both love the
cats and the cradles?
(that last one was for Bas, although I apologize for the Harry Chapin reference.
And Bas, does your name mean “lower”? I noticed many words with Bas in them mean lower, and in fact, Bast herself ruled over lower Egypt.)
Ha, haa.. Bas as in Bastiaan… Bastian.
But ‘Pays Bas’ always feels a bit.. mmm.. homey so to speak
But for playing low.. i got a mouse here! He’s called ‘Muis’. He loves peanuts. When served anything else, he storms into my living room and looks weary at me.
Muis loves the peanuts
more than any other food.
Bas, be kind to Muis.
Mouse haiku is grand
but cat haiku is an art
to servants of cats