I think cats have 6 senses
No, make that 7

1. Touch
2. Smell
3. Taste
4. Sight
5. Hearing

6. Emotion
7. Comfort

Yes, I think cats are the best animals
when it comes to intuition like that

They come to you planning nothing more than a mew or two
and when you break
They stay
right by your side
to roll onto their sides and let you touch their tummies
                                            (something they'd normally never do)
to stretch their backs and lovingly swat at your sweaty crying face
                                            (something they'd normally never do)
to careen their necks and allow you to stroke their ears
                                            (something they'd normally never do)
to raise their hinds and beg for you to hold them
                                            (something they'd normally never do)
purring the whole time


Yes, I think cats are the best animals
because unlike dogs, who love too easily and all the time
                                             (something I'm far too familiar with)
their love is reserved
for just the right time
when you need it most

And you know it's genuine
When it's love from a cat.

Stray cats lingering around vacant cans, alleyway
disarray of the forgotten. Odours of a doorway
they hunger upon, loitering around refuse, dismay
day and night. Where it seems like an endless replay.

Runaway of ill gotten anger, now soiled on a pathway.
stowaway of loneliness and then finds a hideaway,
leading astray of its virtues, but in despair finds a delay.
Friends appear from crumbled pasts and its day is less grey.

May all those of lost causes find this place of a hungers buffet.
Ok there isn't enough to go around, but they get by. A display
lay before all that there not alone. Feline brotherhood, stray
repay for being taken in, food is there goal, bins lids fall today.

Old cat
Skin cracked
Saying “MmrROwWw” to me like
An angry curse
Ramming his head
Into the iris stalks
Spraying dead white
Across his mottled blackness
Saying “MMrROowww” to me like
An angry curse
Until I reach out
And scratch the cracked
Black body
Feeling his old
Shriveled bones
Coaxing his back
Into an arch

It must hurt
I think
To be touched
So old,
But more pain
Is the itch
Driving his ancient frame
Into the stalks.

I leave and hear
Another “mmRRoww”
Like an angry,
Lonely curse

She currently
Purred Fee *****-facts
Dylans made Millions
She- blown off
The Catwalk
Girl-edgy talk
ekkh_ Sheik
She could
Cats Meow
any Shrink

Her alley Bistro
lego-land

That maestro
Teeth decay
Licking milk
off the
ground
Purr- payday

He's roaring
Twenty years
old Cheetah
May the  force
Be with you
forever young
Star Wars Hans
Solo

Blowing in
the wind
Serengeti
((The Drug Catnip))
So tucked in
his Lamborghini
Paws carwash

Where is
Sponge Bob
Pixie-bob snag

All shagged
Austin Power
with Mini-me
layered bob
That Chausie
sorry
You need
to go
home
My Lassie__

What is the gulf
Between moggy
And doggy?

Why is it that
The cat
Is an autocrat?

And the hound
Is renowned
As nice to have around?

Some people make a beeline
For the feline

Others show elation
On ‘spotting’ a Dalmatian

Though each may rejoice
In their choice

The cat will embrace
His rightful place
Above the human race

I pull my suitcase out
from under the bed
hoping to pack away
the baggage I have been carrying
everywhere.
On it, I see
is a cat
asleep
probably dreaming:
her paws come together
and part
in a rhythm
as if in prayer.
And I think
I'll carry the baggage along
for one more day.

9:30 pm
You texted me you loved me,
That you’d never leave me,
And I answered back
With the same.

10:30 pm
I sent a you a cute picture,
Of two cats cuddling,
And I said it was us.
No answer.

11:30 pm
I sent you an inside joke,
Hoping you would look at your phone
And laugh and smile your amazing smile.
No answer.

12:30 am
I found myself in the shower,
Fighting an anxiety attack,
Maybe I’m stupid to worry, but there was
No answer.

1:30 am
I told you I was going to bed,
That I was going to try to sleep.
Even to my good night text, there was
No answer.

4:30 am
I’m still awake, I can’t sleep,
Wondering where you are, if something’s wrong.
I know I shouldn’t worry, but there was
No answer.

9:30 am
No good morning text from you,
So I send you one instead,
Hoping you will respond and there won’t be
No answer.

11:30 am
Still no answer, my frazzled mind thinking
You’re in the hospital somewhere,
And that I heard your last words a long time ago, because
There was no text.