Saturday, November 26, 2005

Kitty adoption time (Click to enlarge)

A poem by Robert Frost, posted in honour of the kittens leaving home. I know, I know...don't say it lol.

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.


by Robert Frost


from theFamous Poets Site




The kittens are weaning off. These left for the same home yesterday. That's the garage workbench they're on, their favorite place to doze during the day. The mother cat and the other two kittens were definitely affected and have been searching. I can't keep five grown cats and they went to a wonderful home. The couple has an aging cat already and so had toys and food alread waiting for the babies. So why do I feel so guilty??



These two will go to separate homes by next weekend. The mother gets fixed on Thursday, so all off and on nursing ends then. The house is going to seem VERY empty. The kittens have been scampering everywhere now and are adorable.


If you know a well-known cat poem , for adults or children, post it in your comments. Google, if you don't know one. It would be nice to see a few of those. Originals would be great, too!

Pris

10 comments:

inlow said...

Here's my only cat poem.

"Breakfast For Alaska The Cat"

Alaska attacks before sunrise
aware that vulnerable hour
Alaska's quick to mobilize
the logistics of Eisenhower

Alaska blitzkriegs before daylight
with a belly that leads the way
Alaska makes war with appetite
for breakfast or early doomsday

Alaska Pearl Harbors the morning
Alaska declares no war
Alaska gives no warning
as sleep's divestiture

Alaska allows no slackers
Alaska allows no latrine
Alaska the a.m. bushwhacker
surrender the damn fishspleens

Pris said...

dougie! it's been so long hearing from you. this has GOT to be one of yours. it sings your song and i like. Much!

Berenice said...

The poem on this link has to be my all time favourite cat poem.

http://www.firstscience.com/SITE/poems/monro1.asp

inlow said...

Thanks Pris and sure why not link.

regards

Pris said...

will do as soon as I post this. great!

Geoff Sanderson said...

Pris - they may be adorable now, but watch out; all cats are trained killers. here's a poem I wrote for one of my grandchildren - I love to freeze thir blood. G.


The Furrys


There are furrys at the bottom of my garden
They steal about on feet as soft as silk

Not quite so insubstantial as some spirits
They have a predilection for warm milk.

Whilst you and I are sleeping
They are down there

Creeping

C r e e p i n g . . . . .

And they’re not so nice
As some of you
Might think!

Pris said...

ohhhhhh...now I'm scared!

Well, they're starting to get feisty enough now that I'm more settled on one cat being enough. They've broken one treasured vase my mother left me this morning and are now exploring the chests out in the den, via climbing the backs of the den chairs. oh my.

Coloratura said...

this is long, but my favorite cat poem ever:

The naming of cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm mad as a hatter
When I tell you a cat must have three
different names.

First of all, there's the name
that the family use daily,
Such as Victor, or Jonathan,
George or Bill Bailey--
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names
if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen,
some for the dames;
Such as Plato, Admetus,
Electra, Demeter--
But all of them sensible everyday names.

But I tell you,
a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that is peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he
keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers,
or cherish his pride?

Of names of this kind,
I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quazo or Coripat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellyrum--
Names that never belong
to more than one cat.

But above and beyond
there's still one name left over,
And that is the name that you will never guess;
The name
that no human research can discover--
But The Cat Himself Knows,
and will never confess.

When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought,
of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

Pris said...

Oh yes! This IS nice:-)

We just finally arrived at a name for the mama cat since we made the decision to keep her. Sabrina!

Berenice said...

Methinks my link didn't work...not sure how to get it working on a blog comment. Any ideas??