cat scratches

I sit near her feigning indifference
willing her fingers to type my words
gifting the universe with the beauty
of the feline poetic gift

© 2007 Spatzer Kat

old cat

they said to keep the cat inside
to protect him from predators
I would have him with me longer
but what about his joy
there is no tall grass in the house
no small things to chase
no bushes to sleep under
it might buy me a little time
but for him the time gained
would seem too long

© 2007 Sandy Vrooman

great cat hunter

the great cat hunter
stalks the wild ladybug
through the jungle
of newly mowed lawns
perhaps with dreams
of chasing gazelle
in the African veldt
spring coiled release
and the prey takes flight

© 2007 Sandy Vrooman

Worse Cat Verse

Back to room
Paws over nose, tail over eyes
Why does she think she can see me?


Dog visits, harrumph
Window curtains
Veil my existence


If I keep demanding
Perhaps the quality of the food
Will improve


No matter how many times
You tell them
They just don’t get it


Too many laps
So little time
Why don’t they all
Go away
So I can eat in peace


Found the perfect spot
Why does the sun
Insist on moving?


Every night
She hangs the jacket
And I must pull my bed to the floor


Cotton birds
Metal Tree
Why?


At midnight
On Christmas Eve
I have the power of speech
Too bad there is nothing
Worth saying

trying to type
with the cat in my lap
as editor

head buts
change key strokes
and concentration

hands
other than petting
corrected

spell casting
I am the vehicle used
as medium

taking his leave
I can’t remember what
I wanted to write

© Sandy Vrooman

Tom sings his morning song
This is mine
All mine
And the other cats wait
Until the singing stops
To go out and do
Whatever cats do
When people aren’t watching

The evening song is sung
In the opposite direction
After the sun sets
Protecting the neighborhood
From cat-like evils
That could happen
If the spell was not
Properly cast

Being the biggest cat
Has many responsibilities
That come with the job
Perhaps the smaller cats
Revel at the thought
That they can just relax

Copyright 1-14-2006 by
Sandy Vrooman

Fences

The tom cat
Sings his territory
Both morn and evening
His domain secured
Until a bigger cat
Moves in

I, the bigger cat
Go in search
Of this illusive creature
Seeing only
His shadow fleeing
Under the car

Yet he will sing
Again tonight
At my door
Marking my borders
As his own
Again and again

Animal fences so different
Than ones built
By humans
We mean to keep out
Everything
Animals, only their kind

© 2006 Sandy Vrooman

the one word cat
tourist in a foreign country
shouting his demands

© Sandy Vrooman

the one word cat
asks me an urgent question
and we go from place to place
with me asking
is this what you want
he repeats his one word
with disdain
as if I were tone deaf
living in a world
where one has not
the graciousness
and manners
to recognize full nuance

© 2006 Sandy Vrooman

the cats are
screaming at me again
I have fed them
it is the wrong stuff

I have opened the door
it is too cold outside
and they have declined

their morning rituals complete
they now sleep in the sun
and I still don’t know
what they wanted

I wonder if they have
some warped sense of
being Jewish
with me as Yahweh
and their response
being
why me?

a cat’s battle cry
is oye, oye, oye,
and they can wait
more than eight days
in the darkness

most will not eat pork
and they require
two litter boxes
one for each function

I continue
to puzzle their existence
as they do mine

© 2007 Sandy Vrooman

the cat said
but I didn’t see you put
food in the bowl
I don’t know if it is fresh
put in more as I watch

© 2006 Sandy Vrooman

Such stillness
This day a foggy gray
Trees silhouette the sky

Cats face east in prayer
Chanting rumbling mantras
To the gods of heat

They sleep at my feet
Dispensing energy
Stored in solar batteries

Content to dream
The pictures I see
In words on a page

We run in sunlit meadows
Near ancient castles
Until the last page

When I stir
And the cats
Renew their mantras

Copyright 2-17-05

haiku by Spatzer Katz

Spatzer Kat* post its

I wait
you return
time to wash my butt

gone too long
I chastise you royally
then ignore


I am
therefore
feed me


a gift
to praise your service
hairball in a shoe


cat mafia decree
for the careless servant
mouse head on pillow


where you walk
limited dark visioned
soft and squishy


(c) 2007 Sandy Vrooman

* bio: Spatzer Kat is a 15-year-old domestic short hair wearing white
spatz on his four feet. He resides in California under sub human
conditions. His servant who thinks she owns him lacks proper
discipline and training.


More Haiku by Spatzen Kat


my chair
I must sit on you
my place


how can you
read a book if
I am here


let me out
I must howl my
mistreatment

by Smokey Katz

Ruler of all I survey
Even the sun obeys
My commands
Warming this spot
Every day
Except
When that food person
Orders falling water
From the sky
I will deal with her later

she cat
hissing and spitting at
her shadow
it is a dark thing
must be real bad
© Sandy Vrooman 2006

cat dreams

Whiskered senses tell of approach
Air shifts and they vibrate
Hidden in the tall grasses
You walk right by
Not knowing of this observance

Fearing discovery, I freeze as you pass
Not knowing how you would receive me
In this form I have chosen
Small and discrete I watch
As you move away

Yet I remember the touch of your skin
The taste of your lips
And the melding of souls
As if it happened mere seconds ago
How could you have forgotten

© 2006, Sandy Vrooman

purring lightly
cat talks in his sleep
what dreams


purrrupupup
and the whiskered alarm
tickles my nose

3 haiku about cats

perhaps cats
have revolving doors
to greet seasons

cats have
an open the door
policy


efficient use
of solar energy
the cat

Black and White

One white as snow
The other black as night
They come and go
On their life’s journey
With me as a disruption
In their lives

Ode to Kitty

Oh you dear sweet feline critter
What rare vintage do you find
To sip in ecstasy from the gutter
While fresh house water you do mind

You approach me with such distain
And chastise my lack of manners
With your crass and grating refrain
Your whiskers set as object scanners

As time approaches the hour of repose
Your behavior becomes more demure
You seek my lap as day does close
With my hand upon your head you purr

Is this then dear puss what you need
Or is it because you just had your feed

© 2006 Sandy Vrooman

Haiku by Spatzer Kat

how you
open the can
decides quality


rituals sacred
must begin properly
open new can


I buried it
why must you dig
and destroy


see how
the keyboard matches
my eyes


you should see
nothing else as
I enter the room


your attempts
no matter how feeble
deserve a purr

© 2007 Sandy Vrooman

haiku by the cat

fur motor comfort
the size of the package
belies its content


the old cat slows
in the autumn of life
savoring all



Tom sings his territory
while we must obliterate
our enemies



pink nosed nudges
break my concentration
feed me



I go
where you cannot
because I can

The cat


fallen leaf toys
pounce, turn and dance
repeat after me


© 2007 Sandy Vrooman

cats curl tighter
nights grow longer
trees undress
the big crazy quilt not
as warm without you

© 2006 Kitsune Miko

cat tanka

cats and rain
opposing forces of nature
who wins
the cats of course, who
yowl until the sun shines

Copyright 1-2-06 by
Kitsune Miko