Ship’s Cat

Tom is on the manifest

His job; seek out every pest

No fuss from other busy crew

Focused on their own jobs too

 

Not for him a cosy fire

Or fluffy cushion to retire

Instead a noisy engine room

Is where he rests, his coat to groom

 

He prowls the holds with consummate care

Fixing vermin with his steady stare

Pouncing on some careless prey

A tasty rat for supper today

 

Seldom seen out on deck

The hidden spaces he must check

No stormy seas affect his gait

Stalking surely round every crate

 

Ears rotate, was that a squeak?

Belly-crawling, he takes a peek

Another hapless, shrieking meal

Soon held by claws made of steel

Any Cat Can

Sit patiently looking at a closed door

….willing it to open

Curl endearingly in front of an open fire

….daring it to spark

Look witheringly from its bowl to you

…..showing distain for your meagre offering

Scurry frantically from its litter tray

….denying responsibility for the smell

Lie contentedly in your lap ‘til your legs ache

….expecting you to stroke its head

Sleep soundly for most of the day

….allowing you to tidy its house

 

She’s Gone

2010-07-13-11h52m49Wispa was our dear grey cat

Until one week ago

Now buried where she often sat

We really miss her so

 

She lit our lives and made our days

For nearly twenty years

How we laughed at her little ways

Sadly, now, there’s only tears

 

She was so ill, was fighting for breath

When we called in the local vet

Now, sadly, looking back at her death

Would we have her again? You bet!

 

Goodbye Brownie

2010-09-04-16h18m44Gone from our lives, forever

Though we chose the time in the end

Cancer riddled, but still loving

A kindness we hope, old brown friend

 

Pink liquid death in the vet’s syringe

She went quickly, on Mum’s warm knee

Was it right? We could only hope

To save her from pain and misery

 

Goodnight good soul in the fresh dug hole

Be at peace, in the garden you loved.