Some people are like cats
You just can’t make them come when you want
You snap your fingers
Make stupid noises in what you think is their language
But they just look at you with that dumb stare
As if asking, “What the h*** are you saying?”
Blink
And, “Why are you bothering me? Don’t you know I’m sleeping?”
He is so beautiful
I just want to pet him, scratch his ears, let him fall asleep in my lap and cuddle
But he stays on the window-sill
All alone
Far away
As far as he can get
As if I have cooties
Or I am of zero interest
Or I offer zero value to his life
Wait! (gasp) She’s rattling a treat bag
Ballerina side-leap!
Me. Me. Me. Me. Yum. Yum. Yum. Yum.
Purr. Purr. Purr. Purr.
I’ll let you pet me for just a moment
Now back to my window sill of ignore and better than you and leave me alone
Dumb stare…
Don’t touch me
I don’t care how much you love me or want me or are willing to lay down your life just to pet me
And if you don’t stop with that hideous snapping and noise-making, I will distance myself even further
The metaphore is dripping
The metaphore is dripping from this write and sometimes people a very much like cats. This is a very cute piece that made me smile as I read it it just rings with truth. Written very well!!!
In your humours poem
In your humours poem about cats, you have accurately described their habits. Reminds me of my own cat. Love the poem.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Haha!! Great, Amy!
Haha!! Great, Amy!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Hahaha! You made me chuckle.
Hahaha! You made me chuckle. Cute. Reminded me of the Dog and Cat diaries below.
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
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This is so cute, funny,
This is so cute, funny, creative, refreshing, and....TRUE!!! Love it! Thanks healingwoman!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Ha Ha Ha
I think I have seen this before! That is great. I decided I had to make a few more points before I go. This being one of them.
It was enjoyable. Keep it
It was enjoyable. Keep it flowing... don't be a P#$$Y. lol. You might just reach your 26.
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I know. My creative gene was
I know. My creative gene was so exhausted last night. 7 more to go.
I Enjoyed This Tremendously
Just like a man. I mean, a cat - :D ~allets
Lesson one--never
Lesson one--never underestimate the power of a pussycat. Meeeeooowwwww!!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "