Skip to content | Skip to navigation
Check these out: (ha-ha)
The End of the Raven
by Edgar Allen Poe's Cat
On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was
I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven,
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge's Cat
In Xanadu did Kubla Kat
A splendid sofa-bed decree
With silken cushions soft and fat
A perfect feline habitat
Set on a gilt setee.
The Cat's Tale
by Geoffrey Chaucer's Cat
A Cat there was, a getil taillees Manx
Our Hoste hadde seen astray on Thames banks
And taken home to ridden him of rats,
Meow of Myself, from Leaves of Catnip
by Walt Whitman's Cat
I situate myself, and seat myself,
And where you recline I shall recline,
For every armchair belonging to you as good as belongs to me.
Sitting by the Fire on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost's Cat
Whose chair is this by now I know.
He's somewhere in the forest though;
He will not see me sitting here
A place I'm not supposed to go.
Vet, Be Not Proud
by John Donne's Cat
Vet, be not proud, though thou canst make cats die
Thou livest but one life, while we live nine,
And if our lives were half as bleak as thine,
We would not seek from thy cold grasp to fly.
This is by Henry Beard. The author of French for Cats.
Je croix que je vais cracher un bolle de poile.
Trans.: I think I am going to cough up a hairball.
If mountain goats like living at high elevations, why do none live in high rise apartment buildings?