Tiger, our cat, sometimes a sneaky little brat
Not allowed on our bed // he had to scat
Thought he was slick pulling all his tricks
As he paced, and scowled, and pitched his fits.
Slick guy thought he’d pull the fuzz
Thinking we wouldn’t know what he does
When we left him there all alone.
*
Up on the bed he jumped
Purring on his high spot on the hump.
When the key turned in the front door lock
Off the bed he thumped and took his spot…
Giving us that sly little happy meow
Thinking he pulled a fast one on us now.
But we were one step ahead of that sneaky cat;
For at the foot of the bed where Tiger sat,
Was a tale-tale warm spot //imagine that!
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, our prompt is everything Feline! We had Tiger for fifteen years. He was very special in spite of his quirky antics. We loved him very much and were very sad when he died. This poem is a blend of ornery and cute. Great memories for sure.
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🙂 cute
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Awww
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Very sweet!
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Wonderfully whimiscal… Love this! My old girl used to look just like your kitty. Her name was Whiskers. She was just as nuts! LOL!
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With a really strong willed mind of her own!
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Haha, you cat is so cute. 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome, Dwight!
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This ia a really great poem Dwight. The love is obvious, and it made me smile — hugely! 🙂
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Yes we really missed him when he was gone! Thanks Rob.
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I am glad you enjoyed my take on this!
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Such a handsome boy!!!
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Yes he was!!
Thank You!
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Oh how I love your story, Dwight. Cats are like that.
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Ours was a very independent soul. He only came to you… not the other way around!
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Hah! Delightful poem. We have a dog who plays those same tricks!!
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Animals are so smart!
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It’s so good to read this memory of a naughty cat — the way you have played with rhymes makes it so much fun. These actions are so well defined here: “As he paced, and scowled, and pitched his fits.”
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Thank you much for your kind words! It was a fun trip down memory lane!!
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Love how you went into the mind of the cat… they love all that’s forbidden I think
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Not unlike us perhaps!!
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or the lesson could be ‘seize the moment’ 🙂
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That must have been his thinking!!
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You had 15 lucky years. Beautiful cat. We had an ink-black cat named Jake. He used to sit on the windowsill in the kitchen during storms. When we went to bed, he’d get all his toys out.
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Yes, that is the way he was. At ten thirty at night he would race up and down the stairs!
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Well they do tend to sleep or meditate most of the day.
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The picture of innocence…(K)
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Aww, Tiger was a beauty. 💜 So sorry for your loss.
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Yes, he was a handsome cat! Thank you! We miss him!
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Cats always leave a memory. Even the cats that breeze in and breeze out again.
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Sometimes it is a dead bird!! :>)
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😦
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Very adorable !
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He loved sitting with her! Thank you!
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