THE WINNER
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Kitomile
If there is a prize for the cutest cat
Then Kitomile has already won that
She’s the most adorable kitten I know
And it’s something she’s not afraid to show.
She does everything a cute kitten should do
Such as playing with yarn, or purring at you.
But the cute thing she does that tips the scales
Is the way she never gives up if she fails.
Cuteness
is just natural for her
But
it’s easy when you’re a pro.
Everything
Kitomile does seems cute
And
believe me, Kitomile knows.
Kitomile can charm anyone if she tries
And you can’t avoid it even if you’re wise.
But if she doesn’t get your attention very quick
She might attempt a more drastic trick.
Cuteness
is just natural for her
But
it’s easy when you’re a pro.
Everything
Kitomile does seems cute
And
believe me, Kitomile knows.
Just the sound of her pitiful cries
Or the way she stares at you with her huge green
eyes
Will cause anyone to fall down and serve
Kitomile the cat; the kitten with nerve!
Cuteness
is just natural for her
But
it’s easy when you’re a pro.
Everything
Kitomile does seems cute
And
believe me, Kitomile knows.
By: Saphinora ~ E-mail
Saphinora, she'll let you have a poem
to submit to the page! She has tons! Her address
is: rumpelteaz1@excite.com
Saphinora is the cat who is definitely one of a kind.
If you searched the globe twice, still another is impossible to find.
She’s a talented cat, and can learn things fairly fast.
Maybe that’s the reason why her talent seems to last.
Her day-by-day had simply made her bored.
And so a brand-new hobby Saphinora decided to hoard.
On the day she read her very first book
Saphinora had immediately become hooked.
She
taught herself to read, she taught herself to write
And
she gave herself a more exciting life.
Saphinora
can now live satisfied knowing that
She
has become the Educated Cat!
Saphinora soon had an impressive collection of books.
She read about everything, from witchcraft to history and to crooks.
As you know, reading can make you smart.
But we like to think her talent came from the heart.
She
taught herself to read, and she taught herself to write.
She
gave herself a more exciting life.
Saphinora
can now live satisfied knowing that
She
has become the Educated Cat!
Soon Saphinora knew everything there was to know.
An aura of knowledge around her seemed to glow.
You see, what makes her unique is not her looks,
But her unusual passion toward and sort of books!
She
taught herself to read, she taught herself to writephinora
And
she gave herself a more exciting life.
Saphinora
can now live satisfied knowing that
She
has become the Educated Cat!
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Luna
seems like your average cat by day.
She’s
a feisty kitten and has a rightful name.
All
the time with her friends, she’ll play.
But
by night, Luna just isn’t the same.
When
the sun sets she retreats to her secret lair.
High
above the city it towers.
Into
the deep, dark sky she’ll stare
And
call upon her incredible power.
Luna can whisper in the moon’s ear
And the moon whispers back, just the same.
She tells Luna any secrets there are to hear.
And that’s what gave Luna her honored name.
Luna
has a special connection to
The
moon that lives in the sky.
It’s
still a mystery to me and to you.
Only
Luna knows why.
Luna can whisper in the moon’s ear
And the moon whispers back, just the same.
She tells Luna any secrets there are to hear.
And that’s what gave Luna this honored name.
Some
say she descended from the moon.
Some
say she was chosen to be this way.
With
this power she can escape danger and gloom.
Luna’s
just special in her very own way.
Luna can whisper in the moon’s ear
And the moon whispers back, just the same.
She tells Luna any secrets there are to hear.
And that’s what gave Luna her honored name.
At a glimpse Sol seems like your average cat.
Always talking with his friends, or chasing a rat.
"Of course he is normal," you would say.
But my friend, you must carefully watch him all day.
Every afternoon when the sun reins high
Stretching its rays across the sky,
Sol sneaks away from his huddle of friends
And climbes up a cliff that never seems
to end.
The sun seems like his friend, his brother.
He is convinced that there could be no
other.
They communicate together with terrific
ease
And tell each other anything they please.
Yes, Sol can talk to the sun.
And as far as I know, he's the only one.
The sun listens to his words with open
ears.
It has been this way for many years.
The sun guides Sol through everyday life.
It helps him through the pain and strife.
Sol looks up to the sun with admiration.
And in turn, the sun helps him with desperation.
The sun is like his friend, his brother.
Sol is convinced there could be no other.
They communicate together with terrific
ease
And tell each other any secets they please.
Tumblebrutus, the lost Jellicle
Cat.
Tumble was born on this very spot.
He would travel with a dance,skip or hop.
Tumblebrutus, the lost Jellicle Cat.
Tumble's teacher was Old Deuteronomy.
Tumble would listen to him, not even stopping to scratch a flea.
Old Deuteronomy taught him about the great outside world.
Keeping a funny-looking grin, Tumble would always purr.
Tumblebrutus, the lost Jellicle Cat.
Then one tragic day known as the Day of Dread.
The strays attacked the Jellicles, most of them wound up dead.
Among the many dying cat lying on the ground.
Were Tumble's parents, Rashona and Rumplepound.
Tumblebrutus, the lost Jellicle Cat.
Tumble stood there weeping over his parents' bodies.
Not even expecting it, he was seized by Macavity.
Tumble was raised up by the wretched strays.
He was taught by them, their cruel and wicked ways.
Tumblebrutus, the lost Jellicle Cat.
Tumble preferred to stay by himself alone.
The only meals he ever got were only a few dry bones.
Tumble would comfort himself by starring up at the stars.
Then would sing to himself "Never forget who you are." You're...
Tumblebrutus, the lost Jellicle Cat.
Copyright ©1998 Tumblebrutus
Jadelynne-Again
sits out on the yard
Fulfilling her duty as the
neighbourhood bard
Waiting to strike a conversation
With anyone who'll sit for just a
while
She'll tell you a store after some
rumination
Her meows do nothing but beguile!
Then she'll leave your ears feeling
quite raw
Jadelynne-Again has so much to
relay
That her colloquy eats up most of
the day
Thus, even when
she's sitting all
alone
You'd think that
she just might be
babbling
To the pink garden
stone
When she's
actually dabbling
In authoring a
one-act play!
Jadelynne's the
first one you see
when you come to
the door,
Pointing out, "Now
isn't that a nice
shine on the
hardwood floor?"
Then she'll jump in
your lap
And show you her
most favourite of
toys--
I'm sorry, poor sap,
But nosing
'round's one of her
joys--
She'll chat, mew,
purr, then chat
some more
She even pounces
on the mice to
compliment their
tails
Tells the postman
how to deliver the
mail
Then says, "Now
isn't that the best
catnip?
Oh! And this
tunafish couldn't
be finer!"
Then she'll let you
sample the salmon
dip
And try out her
family's new
recliner
For she believes,
"You must share
your regale!"
And
. . . !
Jadelynne-Again sits
out in the yard,
Fullfilling her duty as
the neighbourhood
bard
Jadelynne-Again the
Conversationalist Cat
You had better be
gone
Before she gets you
to
chat
'Cause
there's
no
way
to
escape
Jadelynne-Again,
the
Conversationalist
Cat!
Feline Fighters
Eyes flash open; brilliant blue
Met
by green ones; a more delicate hue
Once soft, now bristling, fluffed-out
fur
Incoming hisses, gone is their purr
Once playful cackles now turn to
growls
Once pleased expressions now turn
to scowls
No longer are they content to bask in the sun
They fight over a chair, the battle has begun
Screams and howls; unusual sounds for cats
And yet I am accustomed to their constant spats
I pay them no heed and continue with my chore
Until there comes a loud bump,
hard enough to move the couch along the floor
At which point I get up and yell; they stop on the double
I'm glad, if they don't, I'll be in major trouble
Ten minutes later, they both share that chair
Relaxed and purring, it seems, without a care
I just stare at them and shake my head
If only they'd done this in the first place instead
for my beloved brats, I mean cats, Bijou and Stella
Copyright ©1999 Obsidia
Cameo the technical cat...
Which wire the red or blue?
Cameo knows, do you?
Red, blue, black and yellow,
he's a technicolor fellow.
Cameo the Technical cat,
he knows all about wires, and that is that.
He can build a sattelite from junk in the yard,
When asked about it he says, "It's not hard."
Which wire the red or blue?
Cameo knows, do you?
Red, blue, black and yellow,
he's a technicolor fellow.
Cameo the technical feline,
his electrical knowledge is something divine.
He knows electronics inside and out,
he knows it all without a doubt.
Which wire the red or blue?
Cameo knows, do you?
Red, blue, black and yellow,
he's a technicolor fellow.
Cameo the technical kitty,
and that is the end of this little ditty.
The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Bombalurina:
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet,
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Both:
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe:
And then I creep through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lift to the changing moon
Dem, Bomb, and Minn:
My (his) changing eyes.
This was written by Minnoloushe
Home!
And that's the end! :) Aren't they talented!?! Well time to go home!