Hmmmm Weren't you the one who said I could have the run of the whole house?
So why do you swat me with a newspaper when I jump on a kitchen chair?
I only want to see what humans have for dinner.
© Frannie (Frannie516@aol.com)













Is it over?
It's worse every year.
I'm not the tree,
Why do they decorate me?
















Hmmmm Weren't you the one who said you just wanted one night with me?
Now you expect me to help you raise those kittens?

© Sharon (quailgrdn@yahoo.com)












"Is it over?"
Five shots in one visit to the vet.
You'd think I had the plague or something.
She'll never get me into that carrier again!

© Frannie (Frannie516@aol.com)











You don't love me anymore.
You were once completely smitten.
Lazy and fat you don't adore,
I shoulda stayed a kitten.

© SWAMPETTA (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)










YOWL! Watch it Mister!
I have first dibs on this chair.

© Sharon (quailgrdn@yahoo.com)

















The last time I saw her she was a blonde.
Said Caspar, walking over the tangled pair.
They seemed to be forming quite a bond,
But he could still see her graying hair.

© Paul (AHikingDude@aol.com)










"Hmmmmm...Weren't you the one who said,
'That cat sheds too much hair?'
But when I look up at your head,
You ain't got any there!"

© Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)


















Strange as it might seem,
I still like to snuggle.
They may have taken away my manhood,
but a little schmoozing still makes me feel good.

© Frannie (Frannie516@aol.com)














Hmmmm. Weren’t you the one who said
Cats can’t get on the bed.
I think that is mean,
For Rover I’ve seen
Sprawled right out here on the spread.

© RickMack (jotoma@bellsouth.net)











Yowl! Watch it mister. I have feelings too.
How’d you like it if I pee in your shoe?
You step on my tail,
And you’ll need a pail
To clean up when I get finished with you.

© RickMack (jotoma@bellsouth.net)









Hmmmm Weren't you the one who said,
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy?
So why don't you get me some catnip once in a while.

Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)
















No, I do not like milk any more,
Since sour stuff they did once pour.
It left me quite ill,
I wont’ drink such swill,
Now, I just spill it on the floor.

RickMack (jotoma@bellsouth.net)
















YOWL! Watch it Mister!
Rocking chairs should be banned from the universe.

Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)

















The last time I saw her she was a blonde.
And that was just before she went into
that little room with the big water dish.

Sharon (quailgrdn@yahoo.com)














Well, aren’t you just ducky, oh mistress mine,
Going out on the town and dressed so fine.
But first fill my dish
With more tuna fish,
Or two in the morning you’ll hear me whine.

© RickMack (jotoma@bellsouth.net)













You don't love me anymore.
Just because I put my cold, wet nose
on your cheek at 3:00 a.m. was no reason
to throw me out of the bedroom.

© Frannie (Frannie516@aol.com)













You bought me a Kitty Condo for Christmas.
Thanks a lot, but it's too small.
My butt is hanging off the edge
and there's no place to put my tail.

© Frannie (Frannie516@aol.com)














~Selected photos by Swampetta and Frannie516~
~Cat Grins by Sharon, RickMack, Frannie,
Phyllis, Swampetta, and Paul~










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