Feline RDP Sunday: Feline Pickle

Tabby

Life can be confusing
although we felines sort it out
If it wasn’t for the humans
that tend to cause some doubt
In the evening I am fed
With tuna in a sauce
And so I wait at lunch time
which is natural of course
But then I get nothing
Mrs. Human says eat your pellets
I think she misunderstands me
or is she just a zealot
Eating tuna once a day
Is not enough for me
I really must make it clear
It’s for breakfast, dinner and tea
And so I wait and give a stare
to impress my vital needs
It really is not difficult
To supply the suitable feeds
Even if I show my teeth,
It fails to make an impression
I give up, and eat the pellets
And hope for a new tuna session
I really so not want to fuss
and do not want to bickle
Does she realise it is cruelty to cats
To put me in a pickle.

Feline RDP Sunday: Feline Pickle

Feline RDP Saturday: Feline Kite

Tabby

“And what do you want to write today Tabby?”

“Mrs. Human, forget it. What am I supposed to write about a kite. I do not have opposable thumbs, so there is no possibility that I will ever fly a kite. As far the bird is concerned, I have a a strong suspicion that if I ever met one it would grip me with its claws and fly off to the nest and I would be breakfast, dinner and tea for the baby kites for a week.”

“Then you will not be writing today Tabby.”

“No Mrs. Human, I will remain where I am on the porch enjoying the warmth of the stones and wait until you prepare my food and forget the kites. In the meanwhile I will have a sleep, just wake me when it is time to eat.”

Feline RDP Saturday: Feline Kite

Feline RDP Friday: Feline Spring

Tabby

The seasons are changing
I feel it in my paws
Time to go hunting
I need something in my jaws
The birds and bees
they are humming
Mice are tasty
their tiny feet running
Oh what a lovely time
of the year
Meat to eat,
I have no fear
If it breathes
and is not still
I know what to do,
move in for the kill
I love the spring
with the smells in the air
Fresh meat and a choice
on the menu to share

Feline RDP Friday: Feline Spring

Feline RDP Wednesday: Feline Thief

Roschti

Typical, never trust a feline and I should know. That is Roschti, and he owns the family next door. I organise Mrs. Human to make sure that I always have a bowl of fresh water outside to quench my thirst. What do I see, Roschti drinking my water. Typical no respect for my property. Even the birds decide to take a drink now and again. If it was not for my generosity they would all be starving around here. On the other paw whilst Roschti is busy drinking my water I could take a walk to his territory and see if there is anything up for grabs.

Feline RDP Wednesday: Feline Thief

Feline RDP Tuesday: Feline Haze

Tabby

Haze is not a word that exists in meow
We felines are so clever and always know how
When humans were eating bananas and siting in the trees
We were farming mice and catching birds with ease
Always be one paw ahead was what my mum said
Always be awake and keep a clear head
Haze if for humans thank goodness they have  cats
We keep them well organised , we are the artistocrats.

Feline RDP Tuesday: Feline Haze

Feline RDP Monday: Jet propelled Feline

Tabby 17.02 (2)

Someone called “food”
And I am on my way
No time to lose
I really must not stray
I tuned up my tail
To balance in my flight
My whiskers are vibrating
They are a true delight
My nose is following the scent
To lead me to my goal
Everyone clear the path
leading to my tuna fish bowl
And now I have landed
One paw at a time
My jet propulsion works
What a wonderful rhyme

Feline RDP Monday: Jet propelled Feline