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Kitties

When God created kitty cats,
He had no recipe;
He knew He wanted something sweet,
As sweet as sweet could be.
He started out with sugar,
Adding just a trace of spice;
Then stirred in drops of morning dew,
To keep them fresh and nice.
He thought cats should be soft to pet,
So he gave them coats of fur;
And to show they were content,
He taught them how to purr.
He made for them long tails to wave,
While strutting down the walk;
Then trained them in meow-ology,
So they could do cat-talk.
He made them into acrobats,
And gave them grace and poise;
Their wide-eyed curiosity,
He took from little boys.
He put whiskers on their faces,
Gave them tiny ears for caps;
Then shaped their little bodies,
To snugly fit on laps.
He gave them eyes as big as saucers,
To look into man's soul;
Then set a tolerance for mankind,
As their purpose and their goal.
Benevolent ... and ... Generous,
He made so many of them;
Then charged, with fatherly concern,
The human race to love them.
When one jumped up upon His lap,
God gently stroked its head;
The cat gave Him a kitty kiss,
"What wondrous love," God said.
God smiled at His accomplishment,
So pleased with His creation;
And said, with pride, as He sat back,

"At last. . .I've reached purr-fection!"

Virginia Ellis

THE CHRISTMAS KITTEN

I once was a cuddly kitten,

But now I am a stray,

'Cos when I was no longer fluffy,

They sent me on my way.

They've kept the big Alsatian,

As he can bark and growl,

I, too, could fly at strangers,

If I caught them on the prowl!

I slink around their dustbin;

I mew outside their door;

But it's clear from their behavior,

They don't want me anymore.

Now I'm cold and hungry,

And getting very thin,

What have I done to hurt them,

Why won't they let me in?

I crouch in sheds and boxes,

In my bedraggled fur,

So shivery and dejected,

I cannot even purr.

They have another kitten now,

Their children's whole delight;

But probably by next Christmas,

it will share my wretched plight...

(author unknown)

What is a Cat?

Gentle eyes
that see so much,
paws that have
the quiet touch,
Purrs to signal
"all is well"
And show more love
than words can tell,
Graceful movements
touched with pride,
A calming presence
by our side,
A friendship that will last and grow,
Small wonder
Why we love them so~~

author unknown
(sent to me by Faerie Dancer)
(thank you!!!)

Sorrow fills a barren space
you close your eyes and see my face
and think of times I made you laugh
the love we shared, the bond we had,

the special way I needed you -
the friendship shared by just we two.
The day's too quiet, the world seems older,
the wind blows now a little colder.

You gaze into the empty air
and look for me, but I'm not there -
I'm in heaven and I watch you,
and I see the world around you too.

I see little souls wearing fur,
souls who bark and souls who purr
born unwanted and unloved -
I see all this and more above -

I watch them suffer, I see them cry,
I see them lost, I watch them die.
I see unwanted thousands born -
and when they die, nobody mourns.

These little souls wearing fur
(Some who bark and some who purr)
are castaways who - unlike me -
will never know love or security.

A few short months they starve and roam,
Or caged in shelters - no one takes home.
They're special too (furballs of pleasure),
filled with love and each one, a treasure.

My pain and suffering came to an end,
so don't cry for me, my person, my friend.
But think of the living - those souls with fur
(some who bark and some who purr) -

And though our bond can't be broken apart,
make room for another in your home and your heart

(author unknown)

BRING THE PRISONER FORWARD

Listen, my little kitten.

Pay attention, do.

I want to know who made this mess,

Confess now, was it you?

I might forgive your mischief,

Oh, foolish careless youth,

If you'd exhibit some regret

And a respect for truth.

How can you look so blameless

With proof still in your claws?

Your purring gets you nowhere,

Nor do your soft, small paws.

Ah, well, I must consider

These are your "salad days,"

And as an older, wiser cat

Perhaps you'll mend your ways...???

VIOLA K. HUNT

CHRISTMAS CASTOFF

In the bleak midwinter,
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone,
Snow was falling snow on snow,
Snow on snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter
Not so long ago.

Little cat came calling,
Small, lost and alone,
Once a Christmas present,
Now tossed out of home;
Snow was falling, fun for some,
But cold and deadly snow
To a hungry feline
With nowhere to go.

Toys, giftware and tinsel
A bare few weeks ago,
Then like an outgrown plaything
Put out in the snow -
Don't give cats as presents
The novelty won't last,
Too many are abandoned
When Christmas time has passed.

In the bleak midwinter
Turned away from home,
By owners less than caring
With hearts as hard as stone.
Uncomprehending, puzzled,
She knows nowhere to go,
Hungry and not wanted,
Christmas kitten in the snow...

(author unknown)

*The Miracle of Life*

"Come quick, come quick", their mother said "The time is getting near"
She feels that when the kittens come the children should be here.
She told them that a big orange Tom took "Kitty" as his wife
"It's wonderful, a gift from God, the miracle of life".
At half a year young "Kitty" feels too painful and too scared
to appreciate six miracles, blind-eyed and yellow haired.
But she knows these lives depend on her and nature tells her how
and as she cleans them, children ask "Mom, can we go now?"
But now and then for six more weeks the children visit her
to play with six new magic toys made of life and fur.
The six weeks pass, the newness gone and new homes yet unfound,
Mom bundles up six miracles and takes them to the pound,
Where lovingly, with gentle hands and no tears left to cry,
the shelter workers kiss them once and take them off to die.
And 'Momma Kitty' now she's called mourns her loss and then,
she's put outside, and of course, she's pregnant once again.
Dad tells 'Kitty' "STOP THIS NOW or you won't live here long!"
but deep inside of Momma Cat, this time something's wrong.
Too young, too small, too often bred now nature's gone awry,
Momma Kitty feels it too and she crawls off to die
She too is freed from this cruel world, and from her time of strife.
How harsh the truth, how high the price this
"Miracle of Life"...

Dr. Barry Taylor, DVM

Beneath the rolling countryside
Hidden out of view,
Lies a buried treasure
More precious than gold’s bright hue
For love is far more priceless
Than what our eyes can see,
And buried with my treasure now
Is a little part of me.

(author unknown)

Rescued Cat
Author: Arlene Pace
(This poem is dedicated to all Rescuers. We need so many more like you!)

Once I was a lonely cat,
just looking for a home.
I had no place to go,
no one to call my own.
I wandered up and down the streets,
in rain in heat and snow.
I ate what ever I could find,
I was always on the go.
My skin would itch, my feet were sore,
my body ached with pain.
And no one stopped to give a pat,
or gently say my name.
I never saw a loving glance,
I was always on the run.
For people thought that hurting me
was really lots of fun.

Then one day I heard a voice
so gentle, kind and sweet,
And arms so soft reached down to me
and took me off my feet.
"No one again will hurt you,"
was whispered in my ear.
"You'll have a home to call your own
where you will know no fear."
"You will be dry, you will be warm,
you'll have enough to eat,"
"and rest assured that when you sleep,
your dreams will all be sweet."
I was afraid I must admit,
I've lived so long in fear.
I can't remember when I let
a human come so near.
And as she tended to my wounds,
and bathed and brushed my fur.

She told me about the rescue group
and what it meant to her.
She said, "We are a circle,
a line that never ends."
"And in the center there is you
protected by new friends."
"And all around you are
the ones that check the pounds,
and those that share their home
after you've been found."
"And all the other folk
are searching near and far."
"To find the perfect home for you,
where you can be a star."
She said, "There is a family,
that's waiting patiently,
and pretty soon we'll find them,
just you wait and see."
"And then they'll join our circle
they'll help to make it grow,
so there'll be room for more like you,
who have no place to go."

I waited very patiently,
the days they came and went.
Today's the day I thought,
my family will be sent.
Then just when I began to think
it wasn't meant to be,
there were people standing there
just gazing down at me.
I knew them in a heart beat,
I could tell they felt it too.
They said, "We have been waiting
for a special cat like you."
Now every night I say a prayer
to all the gods that be.
"Thank you for the life I live
and all you've given me.
But most of all protect the cats
in the pound and on the street.
And send a Rescue Person
to lift them off their feet."

Little Cat
(The Disposable Animals)
by Kristen Sharer

Where did you come from, little cat?
How did you end up in a life like that?
Cold and alone
Nowhere to turn
Hungry and sick
Tired and worn.
Did you once have a home, little cat?
Where you curled up in a chair, lazy and fat?
Happy and snug
life was a charm
Content and well-fed.
Safe from all harm.
Did something go wrong, little cat?
That you ended up in this state that you're at?
Scared and so sore
No one to trust
Lonely and dying
In a world so unjust.
Do you still have dreams, little cat?
Can you still remember soft, gentle pats?
Comfy and soft
Nothing to fear.
Sleepy and safe,
Never a care.
Who will be there for you, little cat?
Who will hug you and hold you close, little cat?
Lonely and dying
Cold and alone.
No one to trust
You once had a home.
Where did you come from, little cat?

"Prayer Of A Stray"

Dear God please send me somebody who'll care!
I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair.
My body is aching, it's so racked with pain.
And Dear God I pray as I run in the rain,
That someone will love me and give me a home.
A warm cozy bed I can call my own
My last owner neglected me and chased me away
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now God I'm tired and hungry and cold.
And I'm afraid that I'll never grow old.
They've chased me with sticks and hit me with stones
While I run in the streets just looking for bones!
I'm not really bad God, please help if you can.
For I have become just a "VICTIM OF MAN!"
I'm wormy Dear God and I'm ridden with fleas and
All that I want is an owner to please!
If you find one for me God, I'll try to be good
I won't run away and I'll do as I should.
I don't think I'll make it to long on my own,
Cause I'm getting so weak and I'm so all alone.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
Cause I'm so afraid God, that I'm gonna die!
And I've got so much love and devotion to give,
That I should be given a new chance to live.
So Dear God PLEASE, PLEASE answer my prayer
And send me somebody who WILL really care...

(author unknown)

A HUNTERS POEM

A hunter shot a flock of geese that flew within his reach.
Two were stopped in their rapid flight and fell on the sandy
beach.
The male bird lay at the water's edge and just before he died,
He faintly called to his wounded mate and she dragged herself to his side.
She bent her head and crooned to him in a way distressed and wild,
Caressing her one and only mate as a mother would a child.
Then covering him with her broken wing and gasping with failing breath,
She laid her head against his breast, a feeble honk...then death.

This story is true, though crudely told. I was the man in this case.
I stood knee-deep in snow and cold, and the hot tears burned my face.
I buried the birds in the sand where they lay, wrapped in my hunting coat.
And I threw my gun and belt in the bay, when I crossed in the open boat.
Hunters will call me a right poor sport and scoff at the thing I did,
But that day something broke in my heart, and shoot again?
God forbid.

by Lemuel Ward

Final Place in the Sun

Everytime I look at the sill,
Where the sun warms a patch - my heart will fill
With a certain sense of not-quite-right
An empty sun-patch isn't right.
Other cats fill sun-drenched sills,
But thats your patch, & nothing fills
The window where your form once lay
A twist of fate stole you away.
I hope that in the place you've gone
While you wait to be reborn
There is a nice, warm patch of sun
That you can warm your fur upon.
And while I wait I must admit
That nothing really seems to fit
Nearly quite as well as you
That patch of sun upon the sill.

Silvergull
(In memory of all cats who hunt mice in the next world)

A Taker-In Of Stray Cats

God sends some of us a special mission ......
to take in stray kitty cats under any condition.
To feed them and give them a permanent home,
to love them and make them our very own.

They chase through the house, their potty box smells,
they seem to have secrets, they are unwilling to tell.
They play till exhausted, then curl in your lap,
and settle themselves for a long comfy nap.

Some people are called to great wealth and power,
to run corporations, make big bucks per hour.
But others of us are only asked,
to take in little stray kitty cats.

I asked God for things of importance to do,
other than loving a good man and a bunch of kitties too.
He said "Do not be self righteous; learn from your mistakes,
and be glad I sent kitties and not My Stray Snakes!"

I dreamed when I died, I heard St. Peter say,
"What important things did you do each day?"
I felt Heaven for me was an impossibility,
and that I should have lived my life much differently. Then God said, "Come in. Have food and some drink,
and sit here in heaven by your little cat, Tink:
For I gave you one of my most important tasks
when I asked you to be a taker in of stray cats.

Darlene Goff

A Cats Prayer (2)

I hope I'm not asking too much, Lord.
All I want is a home of my own,
and to know when my next meal is coming
instead of the scraps I get thrown.
I've been out in the cold for so long now,
coping as best as I can,
but it's not so long I've forgotten
the touch of a soft caring hand.
I look in the windows at Christmas,
as cats doze by the fire, quite replete -
How I'd welcome a box in the kitchen
and tasty food for me to eat.
For me there was tinsel and giftwrap,
but the fun didn't last very long -
they put me out with the rubbish;
I don't know what I did wrong.
I really don't want to be greedy;
at the moment I'm all skin and bone,
so would it be too much to hope for,
that someone will give me a home?

(author unknown)

When you look into my eyes
I know what you will see,
There is only love and trust
Where fear once used to be.
For I was an abandoned cat
A cold and hungry stray,
But, you reached out with gentle hands
And took me home to stay.
I've eagerly accepted
the compassion you have shown,
I soon forgot the times
When I was frightened and alone.
You opened up your heart to me
And taught me how to trust,
You've given me a loving home
Where kindness is a must.
So when you gaze into my face
I hope you'll realize,
That "love without condition"
is reflected in my eyes.

(author unknown)

Little Paws Prayer

"This is a prayer for little paws
All up and down the land,
Driven away, no friendly voice
Never an outstretched hand.

For weary paws of little beasts
Torn and stained with red,
And never a home and never a rest,
Till little beasts are dead.

Oh God of homeless things look down
And try to ease the way
Of all the little weary paws
That walk the world today."

(author unknown)

They say memories are golden,

well maybe that is true.

I never wanted memories,

I only wanted you.

A million times I needed you,

a million times I cried.

If love alone could have saved you,

you never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,

In death I love you still.

In my heart you hold a place

no one could ever fill.

If tears could build a stairway

and heartache make a lane,

I'd walk the path to heaven

and bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken,

and nothing seems the same.

But as God calls us one by one,

the chain will link again.

(author unknown)

God saw he was getting tired
And a cure was not to be,
So he put his arms around him
And He whispered, "Come with Me"

With tear-filled eyes I watched him
as he slowly slipped away,
Although I loved him deeply
I could not make him stay

A golden heart stopped beating
This loving baby put to rest,
God broke my heart to prove to me
He only takes the best.

~ Unknown ~
(poem slightly altered)

A Happy Ending

She bore them all alone -
No loving pats to ease her pain,
No cozy house to shield her
From the wind and driving rain

No bowls of milk to give her
Nourishment to feed
Six hungry little kittens
Who clung to her in need

She knew she had to find a way
To keep her babies alive
She needed help from somewhere
If they were to survive

So when the night was over
And the sun rose in the sky
One by one she took them
To a house that stood nearby

Instinct must have guided her
To choose a refuge where
There lived a lonely widow
With room enough to spare

One without a child
To brighten up her days
One who wouldn't turn away
Poor homeless little strays

The mother sat and waited
Till the door was open wide
And she and all six kittens
Were allowed to come inside

And that's just where they are today
A happy feline crew
Purring with contentment
But full of mischief too!

And she who took them in
And gave them tender loving care
Has found her home a brighter place
Because they're living there!

(author unknown)

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