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Cat Owner's Prayer

Because I'm only human,
It's sometimes hard to be
The wise, all-knowing creature
That my cat expects of me.

And so I pray for special help
To somehow understand
The subtle implications
Of each proud meowed command.

Oh, let me not forget that chairs
Were put on earth to shred;
And what I like to call a lap
Is actually a bed.

I know it's really lots to ask
But please, oh please, take pity;
And though I'm only human,
Make me worthy of my kitty!

~ Author Unknown ~

Summer Cat

"Please feed my cat," he petted her, and grinned
"Be back for her real soon, when we get settled in.
Don't get me wrong, I love that cat
but I've got to be a diplomat
My wife seems to have developed an aversion
for ordinary cats since she got a Persian."

We discerned he would not return,
a summer cat, we would learn
Abandoned at the summer's end,
forced for itself to fend
left to roam in streets and yards
where a cat must always keep its guard.

Despite the five cats in our place
that crowded us, not much space.
Once again, we had drifted
into benefactors, as when we were gifted
with a litter brought to our door
in Mystic Isle, where we lived before.
That was how it seemed to tally
so we fed her, named her Maui .
We would adopt her, that inner voice
told us we had no other choice.

Maui , who had just been spurned,
had other plans, we soon learned.
She'd disappear for a day, or week,
making us play hide-go-seek.
Until one day the game was over,
she came to us a bloody rover
lacerated, eyes all scratched,
we did our best to get her patched.
A vet told us he was afraid
that our cat had feline AIDS.

He said, "Don't wait, terminate her,
save the trouble of doing it later."
The charm this little cat possessed
touched our hearts, I must confess.
We took her in; it didn't elate her
when we had to isolate her.
Not much fun was in store,
one little window and a door
where paws of other cats disclosed
their presence, but the door was closed.

We tried to make her feel secure
but life had lost much of its lure,
dejected, she would lie and dream
of all the things she once esteemed.
Our help was futile, defeat disguised
not what Maui once had prized
But fate sometimes will guide and grace us
it lead us to a great oasis,

where skill and love would brighten days
that lay ahead, just like a maze.

Now Maui's new life had begun
with new friends, napping in the sun,
on a porch, where she could see
the sun was where it used to be,
and a little cat-size door,
so the house she could explore
But the affliction took its toll
she lost her balance and control,
but never lost Lynn's loving care
her empathy was always there
Bunny and Clyde, her steadfast friends
stayed close beside until the end.

Pauline Comanor

Angel Harps

Last night I saw you in my dreams
a brilliant light engulfed your soul.
And through my sleepy reverie
a glorious message did unfold.

The voice was that of angel harps
as you told me of the way
in which the bridge kids celebrate
this extraordinary day.

A radiant warmth ran through me
when you tenderly detailed
a special place I've never been
where splendid love prevails.

You told me how the bridge kids
hold their paws and pray
for peace on earth, goodwill toward men
on this special, holy day.

Each bridge kid makes a heartfelt wish
to the Keeper of the stars,
they wish each stray a new-found home
without concrete floors or bars.

They ask that every homeless one
the Keeper not forget,
for each one has the soul to be
a loyal, loving pet.

I watch you drift away from me
as in early dawn I find
the spirit of your paw-print message
still vivid in my mind.

I hold the message near my heart
and with a smile I hear
a lullaby of angel harps
singing in my ear.
~ Terri Onorato ~

A Cat's Prayer to Bast

As I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Bast my soul to keep,
I pray to Bast my soul to take,
And transport it to the sandy lands
Where my forbears worshipped were,
Where my ancient kin were much revered
And where the cat first learned to purr.

As I pad on velvet feet
I pray Bast will give me mice to eat,
And as I use my litter tray
I ask that she will find me play,
In her bright heaven where all cats,
Are stroked by Bast's most blessed hands,
And bask and gambol in her care,
Remembering Egypt's ancient sands.

As I knead upon your knees,
I hope that Bast is greatly pleased
To see her child at rest and play,
Fed and cared for every day,
And when I reach that glorious place
And gaze upon her feline face,
I'll ask that Bast will grant you grace
To join me in eternal play.
~ Author Unknown ~

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