The places cats prefer Are those where they can purr On a window ledge Or a garden hedge Anywhere they can be demure. There is no place not theirs Be it on the table or under the stairs But they will not abide No place to hide From other cats putting on airs. A cat will be circumspect In deciding which place to select But once settled there It will no longer care And will nap instead of reflect. Anonymous St. Jerome's Cat St. Jerome in his study kept a great big cat, it's always in his pictures, with its feet upon the mat. Did he give it milk to drink, in a little dish? When it came to Friday's, did he give it fish? If I lost my little cat, I'd be sad without it; I should ask St. Jerome what to do about it. I should ask St. Jerome, just because of that, for he's the only saint I know who kept a kitty cat. Anonymous |