Monica Engeler

Rookie - 231 Points (05/31/1962 / NJ)

A Cats Life - Poem by Monica Engeler

A thick fur colored black and white,
Painted the frame of my cat Tasha.
Resembling the tint of newspaper lines

Each fuzzy hair was groomed so fine.
Her cleansing was a consistent ritual.
This was considered a busy cat time

Once the bathing was finished for now,
She would stretch her legs back and forth.
Then she tugged the carpet as a notice sound.

She has assertively announced her bearing,
And Tasha was ready for botherly interaction.
Containing lots of tickling that would be daring

Tasha always had the same dreary days.
Early to rise and then timely to bed.
With many undertakings that came her way.

Each morn she scratched by the bed door.
Wishing someone would hurry to let her out.
Those moments lasted forever on the floor.

At last the latch was lifted, and yea! Free.
A race around the house was a great thing,
And right back in front of my bare feet.

The day started with Friskies and Cal Can,
And she drank lots to quench the thirst fast.
Meow! I want to go and frolic now if I can.

Okay! It is time to go outside and play.
Faster than the wink of an eye, she was gone.
Nothing ever seems to get in tabbies way.

The skies outside were inviting for a good chase.
A mouse hid safely buried behind a large rock.
The mouser prepared for the rout to take place.

A helpless victim froze for the sudden fight.
Sharp teeth swished the game for a second.
A wiggly critter shook free, but shaken by fright.

Tasha looked for the next terror, or maybe fate.
Oh look! That pine appears so big and tall.
Up and up a set of claws climbed high away.

Then somebody strolled up the driveway.
It was the mailman singing a cheery song.
“How beautiful it is in the month of May.”

Tasha ran down the timber faster than lighting.
To greet her new buddy that always passed by.
She plopped down for the moment to say hi.

“Hello Tasha! How are you today little lass?
Causing no real trouble are you, I hope.”
Showing off my cuteness was such a blast.

“Bye, bye till tomorrow my tiny chum.
Be a good kitty cat and don’t follow me.
See you on the morrow for some more fun.”

Tasha ran to the door and was let inside.
A lazy term was called for the rest of the day.
Under the sofa was the perfect dozing site.

Suddenly a loud sound filled the room.
The TV was playing a sitcom at the moment.
Every second there was a cheering boom.

Then Tasha saw a girl sitting on the couch.
Tasha waited to have some loveable cat woo.
Lazily she rolled her path towards the lounge.

She crawled sleek and swiftly to my empty lap.
Pacing nervously until she settled quietly down.
And then Tasha closed her eyes for a brief nap.

When the noise box was turned off for the night,
I gently wiggled my legs encouraging her to awake.
Slowly she arose from her sleep and stood up right.

It is time to go to your favorite place for the nighttime.
Your dinner awaits you when you get down there.
Another day will be here before you realize the time.

The shadows are dimming for the night my little compeer.
I promise that another day will come with great adventures.
Your life is filled with love and happiness that sees no fear.


Comments about A Cats Life by Monica Engeler

  • Adeline Foster (10/2/2013 5:32:00 PM)


    Lovely cat poem. Read mine - The Cat is Free -
    Adeline
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  • (4/19/2006 9:23:00 PM)


    A wonderful diary composed of the life of our feline friends. WELL DONE! I did enjoy

    Patricia
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 25, 2009


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