




Catalogue
by Rosalie Moore
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 cats is apt to sing upon a major scale:
This concert is for everybody, this
Is wholesale.
For a baton, he wields a tale.
(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 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 cats is apt to sing upon a major scale:
This concert is for everybody, this
Is wholesale.
For a baton, he wields a tale.
(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.
10 comments:
My kids studied this poem last year..we all loved the imagery evoked with "Cats sleep fat and walk thin"....love all your photos. As always. (And you, of course!)
They are both very handsome. It's not so bad to have cats vicariously through someone else.
Like your catitude. Your garden looks nice. It was nice going through your blog.
Loving Bob and Andy! I've always like the Ragdoll breed...not one to go outdoors at all! Well, I think you did pretty good even with the shyness.
Funny poem Debi!
Love your garden accoutrement.
I'm in love with both of them! Bob reminds me particularly of our first cat Polly. Lovely shots Debs!
I'm in love with both of them! Bob particularly reminds me of our first cat Polly. Lovely shots Debs. Are you allergic or hubby? Just curious.
Hi everyone! Thanks so much for all your nice comments...I should thank you all more often than I do!!!
The reason we can't have cats is because of our dog Baylee. Baylee LOVES cats....for dinner! LOL! So, we keep the world's cats safe by enjoying them vicariously through blogs and our friends!
Both beauties...I'm not a huge cat fan but do appreciate the pest control they are. My kiddos love our kitty so therefore I must also!
Kim...aka the inadvertent hick, lol!
Sweet kitties.
If I ever get another cat I do believe I shall have to name it Bob. What a great cat name!
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