I had a 20 pound wonder tabby named Sammy. I always said he was from "A biting breed." He sat quietly by my roommate, curled by her legs on the armchair, but suddenly, quickly and without warning he would bite or claw at her. I could not understand the change of mood and I finally figured out he was jealous of her and wanted me to himself. He traveled the yard like a king and loved to keep watch for intruders, looking out the closed in porch window. He was a brilliant boy and my companion for twelve years. He traveled cross country with me with nary a hiss or a cry. I salute you Sammy as you have crossed the rainbow bridge.
I had a 20 pound wonder tabby named Sammy. I always said he was from "A biting breed." He sat quietly by my roommate, curled by her legs on the armchair, but suddenly, quickly and without warning he would bite or claw at her. I could not understand the change of mood and I finally figured out he was jealous of her and wanted me to himself. He traveled the yard like a king and loved to keep watch for intruders, looking out the closed in porch window. He was a brilliant boy and my companion for twelve years. He traveled cross country with me with nary a hiss or a cry. I salute you Sammy as you have crossed the rainbow bridge.
Bravo! Ms. Oates you are going to convert me into a semi catitude lady before it is all over with, no doubt! I love poetry & yours was delightful! A pleasant pause from the politics of Bluesky chatter! And I adore the name "Cherie"! Please do not roll your eyes if I say I fancy it very much for my next little girl doggie, whenever I do acquire another tiny sized puppy mill rescue. Cherie, Cherie! Sounds so very much like a pet cat Holden Caulfield would not mind lazing around his home!
We had a 25 lb Mainecoon named Edger the Demo-cat. His was the essence of outdoor ferocity (allowing nothing to live in his one acre universe with the possible exception of family raccoon sharing the pine tree which served as ladder for both family raccoon and the Demo-cat to roof-doze their summer nights in comfort.)
Indoors he would play “let’s box” with never a claw unsheathed. Would preen our 16 year old daughter’s hair licking and preening with the artistry
Of a French coiffure.
He would bring her prizes of dead squirrels neatly eviscerated and laid out on the pillow of her bed.
As I read this incredible poem, my two year-old feline companions (who own me well) romped at my feet, and for a moment everything in the world felt right. Thank you!
You shared your kitty and so I’ll show you mine. 😜
Feed ME!^^
I had a 20 pound wonder tabby named Sammy. I always said he was from "A biting breed." He sat quietly by my roommate, curled by her legs on the armchair, but suddenly, quickly and without warning he would bite or claw at her. I could not understand the change of mood and I finally figured out he was jealous of her and wanted me to himself. He traveled the yard like a king and loved to keep watch for intruders, looking out the closed in porch window. He was a brilliant boy and my companion for twelve years. He traveled cross country with me with nary a hiss or a cry. I salute you Sammy as you have crossed the rainbow bridge.
I had a 20 pound wonder tabby named Sammy. I always said he was from "A biting breed." He sat quietly by my roommate, curled by her legs on the armchair, but suddenly, quickly and without warning he would bite or claw at her. I could not understand the change of mood and I finally figured out he was jealous of her and wanted me to himself. He traveled the yard like a king and loved to keep watch for intruders, looking out the closed in porch window. He was a brilliant boy and my companion for twelve years. He traveled cross country with me with nary a hiss or a cry. I salute you Sammy as you have crossed the rainbow bridge.
Bravo! Ms. Oates you are going to convert me into a semi catitude lady before it is all over with, no doubt! I love poetry & yours was delightful! A pleasant pause from the politics of Bluesky chatter! And I adore the name "Cherie"! Please do not roll your eyes if I say I fancy it very much for my next little girl doggie, whenever I do acquire another tiny sized puppy mill rescue. Cherie, Cherie! Sounds so very much like a pet cat Holden Caulfield would not mind lazing around his home!
Just wanted to say how much I enjoyed your masterclass Joyce!!
Here’s a kitty who senses the globe tilting slightly off its axis and is without language to describe the unease. Good Kitty.
Read the real poem by Christopher Smart.
Beautiful Kitty^^
Oh! Our glorious cats! I loved this. Thank you.
Please tell Cherie I said pspspsps. 😹😻
We had a 25 lb Mainecoon named Edger the Demo-cat. His was the essence of outdoor ferocity (allowing nothing to live in his one acre universe with the possible exception of family raccoon sharing the pine tree which served as ladder for both family raccoon and the Demo-cat to roof-doze their summer nights in comfort.)
Indoors he would play “let’s box” with never a claw unsheathed. Would preen our 16 year old daughter’s hair licking and preening with the artistry
Of a French coiffure.
He would bring her prizes of dead squirrels neatly eviscerated and laid out on the pillow of her bed.
His 50 year’s absence is felt today!
Beautiful.
This is just wonderful!
As I read this incredible poem, my two year-old feline companions (who own me well) romped at my feet, and for a moment everything in the world felt right. Thank you!
Beautiful! What a delightful and sweet tribute to gorgeous kitty Cherie!