Graham Jones


Caticus Cat. - Poem by Graham Jones

Caticus Cat was fatter then that
A moggy from old london town
Though surrounded by clutter
He'd stroll through the gutter
For scraps that were dropped on the ground

He'd swagger along, all furry and strong
With whiskers as sharp as barbed wire
With his tail held up high
He'd ignore passers by
With a look that said 'Don't even try'

Not your everyday pet, and he hated the vet
But a king among cats none the less
He'd sleep most the day
Though he would sometimes play
Or sing to the moon to impress

Both ginger and grey, with a few scars they say
Round his ears, one bent almost flat
This camouflage colour
Couldn't get to much duller
Though it blends in well with his moth eaten mat

He's a lovable rogue, at least so I'm told
As for stroking, perhaps better not
He looks all at ease
when not scratching for fleas
Or he could scratch you from bottom to top.


Comments about Caticus Cat. by Graham Jones

  • (6/3/2007 5:42:00 AM)

    Three cheers for your Caticus Cat! He is a true original. Take care.

    Warm regards,

    Sandra
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  • Marilyn Lott (6/1/2007 6:57:00 AM)

    One of the best I've found on PH! Excellent, Graham.
    I will read more of your work. I especially loved this
    Tom Cat having had cats of my own. Oh my, what
    attitudes they all have and delightful personalities.
    Excellent writing.
    Marilyn
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  • (6/1/2007 6:26:00 AM)

    Well I goggled Graham Jones
    To learn more about his bones
    And as it turns out
    There' more than one about
    Who makes for an interesting read.

    So we'll leave it at that
    About Jones and his cat
    That has a lot of personality to show
    As those with cats already know.
    But let it be said
    That here's one who's glad
    That the fleabitten one
    Makes no effort to atone
    For whatever graces he's got
    (I'm talking about the cat)
    Who seems quite happy
    After taking a nappy
    To spend time, as Jones has told
    Doing what tom cats do of old,
    That's leaving a sign
    Whenever's the time
    To twitch the tail in the air.
    So if you dont take care,
    You'll surely share
    A bit of what he puts there
    To make sure that other's will know
    What he did bestow.
    When Graham and he were
    There.

    s
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  • (6/1/2007 6:25:00 AM)

    Delightful, you are the king of rhyme! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 5, 2011


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