PUSSY CAT, PUSSY CAT WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN

Inspired by the strays that I lured from the top of my very long garden, my other two cats and those that have gone to that great kitty place in the sky. An homage to cats.

It struck me as entirely apt and in line with my belief in connections that at the same time as I wrote this poem two coincidental things occured. I wandered into Waterstones and discovered that the number one bestseller there is called 'A Street Cat Named Bob' about a homeless man saved by the love of his cat and additionally in a bizarre double convergence my daughter entirely unbeknown to me, had seen the author, with Bob, while in central London.

I empathise entirely with the idea that a cat might utterly change a life. It took two years to lure Peanut and Jessie  two scraggy, undernourished strays from the top of my 200 foot garden to the bottom where love and good food improved their lives and that is a story I might write in a bit of flash fiction sometime.

 

Anyway, here is the poem.

 

 



My old boy, now sadly passed.

I love my cat,
Furry, velvet, patty pat
Brush me gently,
Just like that.
Pat, pat, patty, patty pat
Purry, whirry, sleepy cat.
Paddy paws, tummy fat.
Tatty, matty, latte cat.
Silky paws, sat on mat.
Milky whiskers, mices scat.
Fatty, natty, catty cat
Silent, shifting, pretty cat.
Disappears, just like that.

 

(C) Belle Marsh

 

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