The Cat Who Isn’t Ours

Hello Poetry Lovers

Now, as most of us cat lovers are aware, it was International Cat’s Day on Tuesday. So clever poet and friend Trisha Broomfield has penned a wonderful tribute to these felines, especially Perry who seems to have adopted her.

Adorable cat but a mystery background. Here, Trisha sums up her feelings for Perry very well. Read on….

The cat who isn’t ours
Hurries to greet us when we return home
Elegantly leaps through open windows

Curls up on blankets, towels or vacated seats
Any time he can, without a backward glance
To him his home is here, even though it is not.

We do not feed the cat, who is not ours
Honestly, maybe a small portion of turkey at Christmas
Or a morsel of chicken, when we weaken.

In his mind there is no reason why he
Should not be welcomed in
No excuse for us not to stroke his fur, allow him
To sit on our laptops, cat’s love that

Over all, we are happy to see the cat, expect when he miaows
Under the bedroom window at dawn.
Really, our lives are richer for his visits, but he does
Steal in bearing dead mice. Then wonders why we are not thrilled.
©TB

Wasn’t that a wonderful piece?! Thank you so much for that, Trisha. My love to Perry… Now, who would like to write about their own cat? On a postcard please, to the usual address…

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back real soon…..