Sliding into the Poetry Friday round-up with a cat-themed poem, and a hint of Christmas. (That is my Christmas tree box and tinsel sprinkled on the floor.)
What cat doesn’t like to hide in boxes? (And what human can resist those poised paws, and twitching tail!)
Our cat has been affectionately dubbed many things, but methinks Little Lion and Tiger may be the most accurate… Those claws!!
You’ll find the full round-up of poetry-packed posts at Laura Shovan’s blog. Or you can stay and play with SavvyCat … who really does have the twitchiest tail.
Kathryn Apel 
What an irresistible post! And kitty. I miss my kitties. That photo on top is hilarious and I wondered at first, is that really Kat’s cat? SavvyCat has the purrrfect name, too. Merry Christmas to you and your crew – human, feline, whatever else you’ve got around there… :0)
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He was a savage little spitfire when we caught him, Robyn – the tiniest ball of fluff with the throatiest growl! Between that and his savvy-instincts, it seemed appropriate. So glad you enjoyed. And Merry Christmas to your household, too!
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Are you teasing your kitty, Kat? Probably driving him a little crazy, too! What fun & I do love that ending, “cat comeuppance”!
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No way! Not me, Linda. I’m not brave enough. Those claws! 🙀 But believe you me, he loves his game with hubby!!
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What a fun poem, great building rhythm to go with the action of the cat–and your pics are purrrfect! BTW have you scribed a poem about those melt-away green eyes he has… Happy Holidays!
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Thank-you, Michelle. No ode to those eyes, yet – but I will pass on your compliments.😽 Merry Christmas to you!
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I’m sitting here with a cat on my lap and a cat by my computer, and they both agree that SavvyCat is most photogenic. I love the rhythm and word choice in your poem. Those “ginger socks” are both sweet and serious! Thanks for a delightful cat-filled post and all those wonderful photographs!
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Haha. He is certainly very well photographed, Molly! A model pet. 😉 Glad you (and your cats) enjoyed!
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Nothing like a cat playing in a box! Love the poem and the pics… our pet population is down to just one cat, Maggie, who is the Queen for sure! I’ll show her these pics. 🙂 xo
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We have a ‘Queenie’ guinea pig – with her rosette crown. 🙂 Enjoy your feline Queen.
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We haven’t had a cat in many years and your post makes me miss their special kind of playfulness. I love the ginger socks (our ginger boy was named Nutmeg) and the “stealthy finger lingers.”
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Thank-you, Laura. Hoping you’ve been warmed by lovely memories of your Nutmeg.
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Charming poem and photos, Kat! I’ll bet SavvyCat could star in his own photo picture book! Would your hubby mind sacrificing his hand(s) for such a project?
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Ha! When was trying to get pics of the claws, he was surprisingly reluctant/nervous. 🙂 And in the end, Savvy moved so fast that I couldn’t get a clear pic, anyway. #needmorepractise #willtellhubby
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Ginger socks!! Love your playful poem, esp. pat-pat paws and click-clack claws. Wonderful!
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Thank-you, Jama! We love watching those pat-pat paws. In for a game!
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I too love those ginger socks. There is something very fun and irresistable about a cat wanting to play. We call it “buggy eyes” here. When our cat has buggy eyes it’s play time. You have a wonderful sense of fun in this. I love all the sound words. What a great PF place for me to begin.
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Thank-you, Linda. Delighted to hear your thought. And smiling at your buggy eyes. I think the tail is the indicator here. It has a mind of its own and flicks quite erratically!!
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Boxes and cats. You have highlighted the fact that our pets gain much joy from the simple things in life. I once had a cat that used to cough up fur balls in my running shoes..Maybe it was the shoes.Hhmm? On the news last night they talked about the astronomical amounts of money people spend on pets at Christmas. Pets have more spent on them than Grandfathers! Let’s give them boxes! -the pets that is, not the Grandfathers.
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Grinning, Al. I have this theory; give kids blocks and books, to fire creativity. I probably could/should add ‘boxes’ to that list. (Though grandfathers probably prefer chocolates (or licorice) in their boxes.)
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We have a long-haired ginger boy who loves his boxes and his roughhouse play with Cat Dad. We keep his claws clipped (have to lightly sedate him once a month to accomplish that!) for the safety of our hands! The intensity of Savvy’s gaze is very familiar. Play is really hunting practice for cats, isn’t it?!?
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Maybe I should look into claw-clipping, Mary Lee. I’m always a bit nervous, clipping others’ nails… (We had a cow who needed her toenails clipped, many years ago – and it was never my favourite time. Hubby did it. I just calmed the cow.)
(Have just watched a video on cat-claw-clipping… Yet to talk hubby into taking that risk! 😂 #workingonhim)
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Front claws are done. And it was painless!! 🙂 #thankyou
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What a fun poem–and fun kitty, too, of course! My 21-year-old kitty recently died–your poem makes me think of her. I miss her, but so many happy memories. Thanks for reminding me.
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Twenty-one years. That’s a lot of loving! I’m sure you miss her – but I’m so glad you can enjoy the happy memories.
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More connections between us this week, Kat! Three things:
1) I wonder if you know this book: (and now I see it’s likely, since it’s a NZ title, which I never knew–thought it was English!) https://amzn.to/2EnxdRR . I once wrote a love letter to my spouse of 28 years based on this book.
2) My son, in fourth grade, caused *uite a stir among the parent audience when, due to a new retainer, announced his poem at the Poetry Tea with the title “My Cat Likes to Shit in Boxes.”
3) Your poems reminds me of my poem in PUMPKIN BUTTERFLY:
Most Realistic Costume Award
Trick sneaks under the gate
black-sleek
queen of scratch queen of screech
laying low
slipping spilling chasing treats
spine-stretch
crouch creep
pounce! she’s got one
she’s caught it like a bird
in her sugarsharp teeth
a little candy bird flapping
cellophane wings
Trick sneaks under the gate
blink-slink
howl-yowl queen of prowl
far near disappear
Love seeing your ginger kitty!
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I do know that book! Only because it was one of (too too many) books culled from a school library, that I couldn’t bear to bin… and acquired! Until then, I’d never actually seen it – but I for sure think of it often when ‘my cat likes to hide in boxes’!! 🙂
Your son’s story is alarming and funny! And your poem a crinkly-sweet delight. Thank-you for sharing all your treasures!
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I love the snappy rhythm & the cat-specific rhymes! “Me? Ow!” is a clever ending to a fun-filled poem!
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Thank-you, JoAnn. Some words are a gift, aren’t they. #meow
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