Spooky is her name; I adore her. Abandoned by a friend, Who I thought was a friend.
He was one of my best friends— I ever had . . . I thought, And then he left his cat to starve.
Black as polished coal can be, She’s now my best friend. The feline lady loves to fly, Oh my, my.
The first several times— I twirled her onto the bed, She agonized over her daily— Mid-air summersault.
Now she jumps upon my bed, Anxiously awaiting her chance to fly. She knows I care too much to let her— Land on her head.
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Reviews of "My Cat Who Loves to Fly"
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on February 22, 2004
Cannot believe I missed this one! LOL. Cats do love to fly......when they know there will be a soft landing :-) Great write!
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on November 20, 2003
I LOVE cats.......I have five.....lol Well three are kittens that in two weeks are all going to good homes....if I can bear to let them go.
I could really relate to this....The Mum Cat.....Bindi is a treasure...she's just an old tabby moggie......but she has so much love to give it's amazing.....She sits on the wood table whilst I write poems...lol
Really enjoyed, Ty, Dani
Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
Reviewed on November 15, 2003
I found one of these once, gave her to my mom. Siamese, fit in my hand. She is Moch. Like chocolate, just Moch, now 6. Better name than Peanutbuttermarkerpapersack..the last one my baby sister named :)
Well, a few different things run through my mind while reading this...LOL! This could have several takes. You are so very creative. I love that in a good poet! I liked the "I thoughts"--creative --very creative mind. 5 stars!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your texas friend, karen lynn. :D
Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
Reviewed on October 30, 2003
well done. my cat loves to poop, and puke on my rug, that's about it.
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on October 30, 2003
Scott, I too have a marvelously loving stray who is so
much a part of my life now, I can't imagine being without him.
Though it seems a bit harsh to apply to an animal, I am put in
mind of the old saying: "One man's trash is another man's treasure."
It is good that you no longer consider That Man your friend...as
anyone who deserts an animal companion that way, deserves no friends.
You will see a picture of my "Peeky" in my poem "Alone."
Did always love to fly or did you teach her..lol.. Spooky the flying cat... Bet she would tell me the secret to the beans..lol Great write scott.. Your funny.. and unique.. for a writer that is.
I remember Spooky, she must like to fly living with you Scott, an ex USAF person, and drinker of Corona's. They can make you fly. This is a short cute one Scott, in the vein of writing about things you know, and a fun one too...Love to B, Spooky & J. Peace, ED & Woofie (ruff)
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
I could really relate to this....The Mum Cat.....Bindi is a treasure...she's just an old tabby moggie......but she has so much love to give it's amazing.....She sits on the wood table whilst I write poems...lol
Really enjoyed, Ty, Dani
Well, a few different things run through my mind while reading this...LOL! This could have several takes. You are so very creative. I love that in a good poet! I liked the "I thoughts"--creative --very creative mind. 5 stars!
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your texas friend, karen lynn. :D
much a part of my life now, I can't imagine being without him.
Though it seems a bit harsh to apply to an animal, I am put in
mind of the old saying: "One man's trash is another man's treasure."
It is good that you no longer consider That Man your friend...as
anyone who deserts an animal companion that way, deserves no friends.
You will see a picture of my "Peeky" in my poem "Alone."
You take care of that lil lady who now loves to fly as much as I think she loves you too!!!!
~Nikki~