This is a poem I wrote for Lynettea. She sent it to the Flippy cats’ web site for me and I have it there on my page.
My Human
My human thinks I’m a dog.
I stare through the picket fence,
watch dogs trotting on leads,
snuffling at the pavement,
obedient, obsequious.
I meow.
My human thinks I’m a dog.
She walks me on a harness.
She says the red colour
shows off my green eyes,
complements my blue-grey fur.
I hide.
My human thinks I’m a dog.
I climb trees; she pulls me down.
I chase birds; she tugs the lead.
I crunch grasshoppers; she frowns.
I bolt home; she says ‘sit’.
I yowl.
This morning when I wake
she grooms me with a brush,
strokes me, exclaims
‘there are rainbows in your fur.
You are my lovely cat’.
I purr.
By Diamond (Copyright © Lynette M. Arden, 2002)
That is a photo of my little friend Abbie. I was feeling her woolly fur. I haven’t seen her for a long time, but Lynettea tells me she hasn’t grown a lot.
