The Rudeness of Cats April 28, 2008
Go away pussy cat, nose in the air!
I know you don’t love me and know you don’t care
you think that you’re special, I’ve no idea why
is it because you can jump rather high?
is it because you can climb in the trees
or scale up a wall without scraping your knees?
count up to thirty or learn how to write
I think that I’m better at getting that right!
open your own tins, prepare your own food
too late for purring, you’ve been far too rude!
Paul Hughes 2008
A bit “commercial” this one. I get loads of hits from people searching for poems about cats. If that’s why you’re here, have a look at some of the other ones. I like cats really and grew up with them. I went off them a little when I got a big garden and came to love watching birds. Only, of course, to see them scared away by the neighbours’ cats! Grrrr!
I read it to my Ernie and he seemed to approve.
This is a sad reflection on the poet’s cat-free life. Cats are awesome creatures, capable of the deepest love. For a man with such powers of imagination, this is an area for development I feel.
I always know pussies looking for a good home