I should have been a jungle cat.
No cowardly complacent kitty I,
No yes please, no thank you.
I swat the ankles of my staff as they pass
Just to keep them on their toes.
I have them well trained.
The world, such as it is, is mine,
Surveyed from atop the book case,
An appropriate vantage point,
Above the heads of those silly people
Who think they own the place.
Make no mistake! Fierce creature am I,
Sharp bits and tensile strength
Hidden beneath my soft, furry exterior,
Waiting patiently to pounce upon
Unsuspecting fools who venture too near.
Yes, born to be a jungle cat,
No pampered precious lap cat I,
No plaything, no ornament.
For Poetry Thursday
What beautiful photos!
Thank you.
It’s easy to make pretty photos with such a stunning subject! (Mean, maybe, but pretty, oh so pretty.)
I’ve a feeling that my tomcat and this house cat will be best buds since I’m sure he thinks the same way. You’ve captured the feline spirit pretty well. The tone of your poem also adds to the regal character of cats. They really are fierce creatures despite their cuddly appearance.
Thank you! And yes, they probably would, except that this girl thinks she’s queen of the roost and takes STRONG exception to sharing. We’ve had our other cat (who is the complete opposite – just a big sleek ball of love) for almost a year and she still doesn’t like that he’s around!
I love the photos and your poem is so true, it does capture the essence of a cat.
Thank you! It certainly is the essence of this one.
Being owned by three cats myself, I well understand the poem. Of course, being feed promptly is an advantage to having a well trained staff.
Yes! Of course, mine has me even further trained. Not only does she have to be fed promptly, but she refuses to eat left over dry food that’s been sitting in her bowl for more than an hour. Brat.
Very nice! I’m sure my kitty feels this way too!
Thank you! I wouldn’t be surprised if you were right – they don’t bother to veil their disdain much, do they?
how true… my cats are barn cats,, and the only time they are “civil” is from the minute you walk in the door till the food is splayed out for them to eat… and then i am not longer of any use to them…..
Yep! And occasionally she deigns to allow me the pleasure of scratching her ears. Until she’s done. Then it’s back to the jungle.
Now how long would it take him to come knocking back at your door…if he were to go all JUNGLY..and ask for a saucer of milk?? Just wondering…
nice to meet you.
Not long, I’ll tell you that! This one thinks she’s fierce, but she’s indoors only (afraid of the outside world, even) and is very good at instructing me when it’s time to eat. (She HERDS me into the kitchen, nipping at my feet if I don’t go in the right direction, when she decides she’s hungry. I thought it was so funny when she started doing it that I was dumb enough to go along with it, and now it’s become a firmly entrenched habit. She truly has trained me, far better than I ever managed to train her!)
certainly a different perspective, yet you capture just as much emotion as any human perspective. i enjoyed it very much.
I’m glad you enjoyed it! I think it may well have come straight from my grumpy little furball’s heart, right through me and onto the page.
Yes, I have a jungle cat too and his name is Jack. http://wheretherainbowends.blogspot.com/
Carole
Yes, sometimes these little furry animals just seem to have been born in the wrong place, in the wrong bodies, don’t they? (My other cat should have been a dog.)
Amazing photgraphy and delightful poem. Don’t worry PT will carry on and you will be a wonderful addition.
Thank you! And I’m sure it will, in one form or another. I’ve very much enjoyed being a part of it for the short time that I have.
A true cat’s perspective!
At least this one! It’s like she wrote it for me.
I knew there was a reason I didn’t own a cat, grin.
Your photos are a cut above.
Well, in my own defense I didn’t pick her out – she claimed me! My other kitty should have been born a dog. He comes when called, NEEDS to be around me and gazes adoringly into my eyes for minutes at a time.
I had a cat like that once–died young. Current kitty is a bit more placid and only goes crazy once in a while. Great poem
My poem is up. http://collectingmythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/4054-poetry-thursday-betrayal-of-trust.html
Thank you! Hopefully my girl will be around a long time. She’s indoors only, poor little wild beastie.
Wonderful photography! And an apt description of the feline nature.
Thank you! She makes it easy to get great photos.
Such wonderful photos … and what a gorgeous model! The poem also fits someone furry here at our house
You absolutely captured the spirit of the kitty cat…and the photos are breathtaking! Those eyes…just beautiful. :~)