Mr. Spock

It is mine speshul duty in dis house ta

distribute purrs, kisses and kitty hugs

and purrtect meomie furom mine sisfurs

and brofurs.

One day dey iz gonna unfurstand dat

meomie iz all mine.

From the soul of a cat who was homeless

Came the deathless song of home.

And the praises of rest chanted best

By those, who are forced to roam.

In a time of fast and hunger,

We can talk over feasts divine,

But, the banquet done, where is the one

Who can tell the taste of the wine?

We think of the mountain's grandeur

As we walk in the heat afar -

But when we sit in the shadows of it

We think how at rest we are.

With the voice of the craving passions

We can picture a love to come.

But the heart once filled, the voice is stilled,

And we stand in silence - we are home.

Why Own a Cat?

There's a danger you know.
You can't own just one, for the craving will
grow.
There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein
lies the danger
While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and
stranger.

One cat is not trouble, and two are so funny,
The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey
The fifth is delightful, the sixth one is a
breeze.
You find you can live with a houseful, with
ease.

So how 'bout another? Would you really dare?
They're really quite easy, but Oh Lord, the
hair!
With cats on the sofa and cats on the bed,
And crates in the kitchen, its no bother, you
said.

They're really no trouble, their manners are
great.
What's just one more cat and one more little
crate?
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty.
The floor is all footprints, the furniture's
dusty.

The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few noseprints and a little more
hair?
So let's keep a kitten, you can always find
room.
And a little more time for the dust cloth and
broom.

There's hardly a limit to the cats you can add
The thought of a cutback, sure makes you feel
sad.
Each one is special, so useful, so funny,
The food bill grows larger, you owe the vet
money.

Your folks never visit, few friends come to
stay,
Except other cat folks, who live the same way.
Your lawn has now died and your shrubs are
dead, too.
Your weekends are busy, you're off with your
crew.

There's cat food and vitamins, grooming and
shots
And litter and toys and more, all which cost
lots.
Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a
trap?
Then that favorite comes up and climbs in your
lap.

His look says you're special and you know that
you will
Keep all of the kittens in spite of the bill.
Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout
At the cats on the sofa, who refuse to get out.

The whole thing seems worth it, the cats are
your life.
They're charming and funny and offset the
strife.
Your lifestyle has changed, things just won't
be the same.
Yes, those cats are addictive and so is the cat
game!

~ Author Unknown ~