In an act of kindness which bolsters my waning faith in humankind, a resident of Rushcutters Bay, Sydney, Australia, and a gardener performed a quiet memorial service for an elderly tabby cat who had died alone and who they’d found … Continue reading →
London, UK: Benjamin Aleshire is a traveling poet. He comes from America and is 31 years of age. He set off from New Orleans, his home town, seven years ago to hitchhike around the world and make a living by … Continue reading →
THE CIRCUS CAME TO TOWN The lights, the signs, the tents, the price All meant to lure us and entice. We watch those beautiful animals cringe when the whip is cracked and they feel unhinge. They dare not show what … Continue reading →
The old rhyme goes: Hickory, dickory, dock, The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, The mouse ran down, Hickory, dickory, dock Only in our case the mouse did not run down. Kitty, one of the cats our … Continue reading →
PERFECT PAWS I’d like to share my little ditty About the claws upon this kitty. How they’re anchored in my toes And real important, like my nose. I use them many times each day From where they’re neatly tucked away. … Continue reading →
By Jo Singer T’was the night before Katmas and all through our house Not a critter was stirring except for a very small white mouse. All the stockings were hung up high on the top of our cat tree Just … Continue reading →
I like to try my hand at cat poetry. Fortunately, I don’t do it often and rarely have the courage to publish it. But here is one I just wrote having consumed a glass of wine for inspiration: There is … Continue reading →
I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through. ~ Jules Verne ~ “I remember one bobcat they had in here – now bobcats are an endangered … Continue reading →
Dedicated to all those who have lost a loving family member (pet sounds like toy or object of interest to me. I have always wished there was another word). No Greater Love Companions of our hearts, companions of our soul … Continue reading →
This is totally impossible to do. Well, not quite because I just did it but not very well..er badly. I asked myself, “what could I write about on Christmas Day when I woke up?”. It had to be a bit … Continue reading →
