Friday, September 30, 2011

ode to our ginger

 With acknowledgement, and apologies, to Eleanor Farjeon (1881 - 1965) for the abuse of her poem.
(and secondary apologies for the fact that I'm cross-posting here, that's going to happen sometimes ok?)

Cats sleep anywhere, 
any trailer,
any chair.
Top of camping fridge,
 awkward wedge,
  in the middle,
 on the edge.
 Open suitcase,
empty pool,

anybody's lap'll do.
Fitted in a gift-wrapped box,
in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don't care! Cats sleep anywhere.

6 comments:

Just Jules said...

ahhhhhh to be a cat. i love a good nap

Anonymous said...

such sophisticated comfort-lovers they are!

dbs said...

I think maybe I want to retire as a cat.

C is for Cape Town said...
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Molly said...

dbs, you should aim to retire as OUR cat, they live a grand old life over here - spoiled kitties!

Nurse Tina said...

He looks a lot like my cat. Great blog you got there. And I like your attitude of writing for your audience and being open about what they think. Keep it up! :)

- tina, philippines :D