Cooper the Cattledog here on the couch contemplating the nature of cats while I have a quiet moment.


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Three years ago now two cats came to live at my house. Being a herding dog, I felt it my duty to herd them. Sometimes of course I had to chase them to get them back where they belonged. That was totally misinterpreted. I do not do that anymore (well almost never).

Little by little I’ve learned that cats don’t herd very well… it’s a failing of theirs. Cats have all sorts of strange habits too like catnip craziness, constant preening, and bringing live birds and mice into the house. As I was contemplating on the couch, I remembered a poem Mom read us when Jack was researching one of his posts. It puts things into catspective so to speak.

Catalogue
Cats sleep fat and walk thin.
Cats, when they sleep, slump;
When they wake, pull in –
And where the plump’s been
There’s skin.
Cats walk thin.

Cats wait in a lump,
Jump in a streak.
Cats, when they jump, are sleek
As a grape slipping its skin-
They have technique.
Oh, cats don’t creak.
They sneak.

Cats sleep fat.
They spread comfort beneath them
Like a good mat,
As if they picked the place
And then sat.
You walk around one
As if he were City Hall
After that.

If male,
A cat is apt to sing upon a major scale:
This concert is for everybody, this
Is wholesale.
For a baton, he wields a tail.

(he is also found,
When happy, to resound
With an enclosed and private sound.)

A cat condenses.
He pulls in his tail to go under bridges,
And himself to go under fences.
Cats fit
In any box or kit;
And if a large pumpkin grew under one,
He could arch over it.

When everyone else is just ready to go out,
The cat is just ready to come in,
He’s not where he’s been.
Cats sleep fat and walk thin.

By Rosalie Moore


Cats are so confusing to me. It’s almost as if they are from outer space. In fact, Jack Cat goes into the bathroom and mee-owls into a corner… I’m pretty sure he’s reporting in to his alien cohorts. I wonder what their spaceship looks like.

I think that’s a subject for another contemplative moment on the couch considering cats.

~Quiet, but not a couch potato, Cooper~


 

2 thoughts on “Quiet Time for Cat Contemplation on the Couch

  1. I have no doubt that cats are aliens! All the signs are there. Be very careful, C.

    Love and licks,
    Cupcake

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