MY WINDOW SEAT

The corner window is the spot,
Where I prefer to be;
And all my feline siblings know,
That it`s reserved for me.

From it I hear the singing.
Of the birds up in the tree;
And the soothing hum of summer,
With the buzzing of a bee.

I hear the tree`s leaves rustle,
And the children hard at play;
And the quiet sound of night time
As we end another day.

I smell the soft salt breezes,
And the flowers as they grow;
The fresh mowed grass of summer,
The sounds and smells I know.

They give to me such comfort,
as the wind upon my face;
Tickling my whiskers,
At this, my special place.

And when the season starts to change,
And leaves begin to fall;
I feel the chill of autumn,
And hear winter`s icy call.

The windows all are closed, now,
And so my dreams must do;
Enjoying all the memories,
Of my sightless window view.

But as autumn turns to winter,
So winter turns to spring;
And again I`ll take my window,
As the birds begin to sing.

When I Get Sick

When I get sick and don`t feel well,
Mom takes me to the vet;
She gives mom a little bottle,
And says, "Now, you`re all set."

"The contents of this bottle, "
She says,"Give to Lou-Lou"
She doesn`t know me very well,
If she thinks, this she can do.

First, she has to find me,
And that is quite a feat;
`Cuz I have many hiding spots,
Which are, I think, quite neat.

If she should chance to find me,
Then will come step two;
She will have to catch me,
Which is very hard to do.

And if, perhaps she catches me,
She better hold me tight;
`Cuz I know what is coming,
And I`ll put up a fight!

If she can get the med in,
By prying my tight jaw;
She`ll think, "At last I've got it in!"
As I spit it on the floor!

The New Puppy

Mom got a little puppy,
Her name is Emma Jean;
Mom says that she`s a cutie,
But I say she is MEAN!

First day she stole my breakfast,
and chased me `round the house;
Next day she got more hugs than me;
And chewed up my toy mouse.

She claimed my soft bed as her own,
And stole my sunny spot;
Mom thinks that we will get along,
I think that we will NOT!

She takes my toys and gets them
All full of doggie drool;
Mom thinks that she`s a cutie pie,
I say she`s a fool.

She wags that silly tail of hers,
As eager doggies do;
She needs to be more dignified,
As cats are, through and through.

I shared with her my long list,
of suggestions and complaints;
And how to be more perfect,
Like kitty cats and saints.

When I was done explaining,
About dignity and grace;
That pup barked twice and wagged her tail,
And sat upon my face.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY FROM THE CAT

I love you dearest Mommy,
You feed me every day;
And give me hugs and kisses,
And lots of toys for play.

You change my nasty litter box
And never make a fuss;
Having you around MY house;
Is certainly a plus.

You keep me strong and healthy,
And take me to the vet(ugh);
You are the greatest mommy,
On this earth, I bet!

When the nights grow colder,
I crawl into your bed;
You keep me nice and toasty warm,
As I wrap around your head.

You are the greatest mommy,
In every single way;
After much consideration,
I think I`ll let you stay!

In My Dreams

In my dreams I've chased a kite,
Run up and down the hills;
After butterflies and bees,
That land on daffodils.

I`ve watched the clouds in the deep blue sky,
And seen the snowflakes fall;
Watched the leaves grow rich and green,
Turning colors in fall.

I`ve chased the robin and the squirrels,
Up into the tree;
And looked at my reflection,
In the blue and endless sea.

But these are dreams,
As dreams they be;
And dreams are not reality.


In truth I cannot see at all,
And so I dream of spring and fall;
I dream of snowflakes, bug and bird,
And some may think of this absurd.

But from my window perch I hear,
The sounds of birds and bugs and all;
I feel the chill of autumns breeze,
I hear the silent snowflakes fall.

To Adonis

This poem is dedicated in memory of our sweet Adonis,
who went to the bridge when he was just 16 months old.


The time has come to close your eyes,
My sweet-faced little friend;
As angels gently lift you up,
Your journey at its end.


You made us laugh,
You made us cry as sickness took its toll;
Now its time to rest in peace,
Good Night, my gentle soul.

ROXIE

My sister, Roxie went to the bridge just 3 weeks ago, much earlier than she should have. She was just two and a half years old.


My precious little Roxie,
Called to the Bridge, this day;
God needed one sweet angel,
And took my girl away.

He took part of the sunshine,
That brightens up my day;
He left me with an emptiness,
So cold and dank and gray.

I know you suffered, Roxie,
And He knows what is best;
He takes you from your misery,
That in peace your soul may rest.

I held you gently on my lap,
And smelled your soft sweet fur;
I listened for, but never heard,
Your gentle soothing purr.

I listened for your heartbeat,
As your life began to slip;
And whispered...soft..."I love you"
And sent you on your trip.

" Go toward the light", I whispered
"There is a rainbow, there;
And you will dwell in happiness,
Pain-free, without a care."

"This is where you wait for me,
Until I come to you;
Together we will cross the Bridge;
Friends forever, through and through

ANGEL KITTY

Trixie, my Bridge Sister left for the bridge long before I came to live with my Mom, but Mom says it is she who has sent all of the strays to our doorstep, including my brother, Ferris.


Trixie was a kitty,
Who had no one to love;
She wandered through her lonely life,
`Til a voice came from above.

It told her of a happy place ,
Where she would be the queen;
It guided her and led her there,
She waited to be seen.

Then one day it happened,
Betty rose from bed;
And saw the snow white kitty,
With flea bites on her head.

She loved her and she fed her,
And invited her inside;
Trixie purred contented,
And thanked her heavenly guide.


Trixie lived for many years,
Contented and serene;
A life of health and happiness,
A fluffy pure white queen.

As mornings turn to sunsets,
And springtime turns to fall;
Trixies bright eyes lost their sparkle,
And soon she heard the call.

Lost in Bettys loving arms,
Soft and gentle death;
Hearing tender loving words,
Breathing her last breath.

Now she lives at Rainbow Bridge,
Where she can jump and run;
Frolicking from morn `til night,
And basking in the sun.

Our little angel kitty,
Looks at us from above;
She sheds a tiny angel tear,
She knows we miss her love.

She knows there is an empty space,
That only she can fill;
but a brand new different kitty,
Would surely fit the bill.

Little Ferris kitty,
needs a loving heart;
Little Yenta Trixie,
knows just where to start.


Ferris was a kitty,
Who had no one to love;
He wandered through his lonely life,
`Til a voice came from above.

It told him of a happy place,
Where he could be the king;
It guided him and led him there,
He now has everything.

To KC

This poem is dedicated to my sweet brother, KC, who went to the bridge on Oct 19, 2007. He is missed by his whole family.

PAWPRINTS

Pawprints on the window,
Pawprints at the door;
Pawprints up and down the stairs,
And all about the floor.

In and out the kitchen,
Underneath the bed;
Pawprints on the counter,
Waiting to be fed.

Pawprints growing slower,
As the years slip by;
Sleeping at the window,
Gazing at the sky.

Pawprints in my memory,
Running to the door;
Pawprints etched into my heart,
But in the house no more.

Hello!

Hello, my name is Lucy,
I`m as happy as can be;
I`m just the same as other cats,
Except that I can`t see.

I love to run and jump and play,
I have my favorite toy;
My brothers like to play with me,
My life is full of joy.

My mommy, how she loves me,
She tells me every day;
How her life has become fuller,
Since I came to stay.

She wishes I could see her,
I`ve known this from the start;
I hope that she can understand,
I see her with my heart.