hep cat stray cat cool cat spray cat
a feline felon flinging four-letter foulness
a tip of the hat gads I’m hatless drat
my name? W(ill) C(atch) Field(mice)s
I strut I hiss I spit and sputter
to come out alive pull fur with another
and now adieu
I go seeking a sunny window
…and perhaps a little nip before a nap
* * *
I blame The Sunday Muse.
Life in Portofino 
He’s got it made!
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No doubt. Scratches in the finest (a)litter(ation).
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I love the fun wordplay in this very hip poem.
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I’m glad. It was fun watching it happen.
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You have captured the cat life so purrrdectly Charley!! Love it!
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Thank you! I never know where the reaction to an image comes from — and it doesn’t happen that often. I just step aside and watch the craziness.
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Made me smile with this one–I love it when people use alliteration and wit like this–great play on W.C. Fields. And a little nip before the nap sounds very appropriate.
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That last is always appropriate. A little nip before composing also. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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So very much want to hear this while I’m sauntering through a RenFest some day. 🙂
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“Gad, what fools these mousies be!” Chain link lyrics set to the tune of chomping on a turkey drumstick. In lieu of a codpiece… a piece of Cod.
It bears considering. But not for too long.
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This poem, these lyrics … need to see the lights of Broadway!!!!!
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Sondheim’s legacy is in no danger. But still, it’s an intriguing thought. It could be called “Cats.” Wait… hasn’t that been done?
Thank you, though!
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Charley, you’ve captured a cat’s nature so well here. Each day they go through their transformations, always entertaining, always endearing.
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I grew up around cats. My first pet/mentor was a seal point Siamese. A really with it member of the nation… until a friend of mine spent the summer using my bedroom while I was away doing a stint as a wilderness guide… after he and the cat smoked a couple bags together he wasn’t much for giving advice. The cat would just stare into the middle space for a time, shrug and purr, “Whatever.”
I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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❤
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Cool, hip patois. “Nip before a nap” – great play!
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Well, he IS a cat, and cats are cool…real cool! Thank you for coming by for a read.
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Ah, the life of a Tom cat. You have educated me some, all my cats have been females. Our junior high granddaughter has just adopted a four year old Tom named “Dutch”. I won’t pass your write on to her as it may make her worry about Dutch.
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full of fun and alliteration – and I especially liked (but nearly missed it) the reference to “W(ill) C(atch) Field(mice)s”
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As much fun to write; believe me! Glad you stopped by.
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“W(ill) C(atch) Field(mice)” – Brilliant, Charley! Love the wordplay and alliteration.
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Thank you! Sorry for the delayed response. A tad punky for a couple days.
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