Kitty's Christmas
This is for all the cat lovers out there!
A Kitty's Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse.'
Cuzz the cat had pounced on him
And tore him apart -
Ate his mouse intestines
And chewed up his heart.
Kitty thought he heard sleighbells,
Which made him take pause -
He stopped daintily licking
The blood from his claws.
"Must be Santa," thought Kitty
(That quite clever cat)'
Cuz nobody else climbs down
The chimney like that.
Indeed it was ol' Santa
So jolly and fat
With a huge load of presents
And all for the cat!
"Wow, the best Christmas ever!"
Kitty thought with a purr,
Then he coughed up a hairball
And shed some more fur.
A Kitty's Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse.'
Cuzz the cat had pounced on him
And tore him apart -
Ate his mouse intestines
And chewed up his heart.
Kitty thought he heard sleighbells,
Which made him take pause -
He stopped daintily licking
The blood from his claws.
"Must be Santa," thought Kitty
(That quite clever cat)'
Cuz nobody else climbs down
The chimney like that.
Indeed it was ol' Santa
So jolly and fat
With a huge load of presents
And all for the cat!
"Wow, the best Christmas ever!"
Kitty thought with a purr,
Then he coughed up a hairball
And shed some more fur.
posted by Rachel at 7:15 PM
11 Comments:
Hi Rachel - thanks for visiting my blog. This was a cute story. I used to be a fan of cats until my son came into the world and we found out he is allergic.
Hi rachel, great poem. I guess I can't call myself a cat lover but we've got 30 of them working for us, so I do a good job of tolerating them. Merry Christmas.
That's my kind of poetry...Yes indeed. I don't think I would have been as graphic with the intestines and heart...but HEY! It's your poem.
My cat has never eaten anything that she caught herself. She doesn't know what a mouse is in my opinion.
I hope your cat doesn't leave Santa any milk and mice. LOL
I am a a cat lover and loved your poem! Very funny!
I love this Rachel...it is funny and the imagery is WONDERFUL...maybe only Cat Lovers will think it's very amusing, and sweet...Is That Sick??? LOL LOL!!!
Well..anything about cats makes me grin and laugh! I LOVE IT!!!
Rachel,
A working cat deserves lots of presents from Santa. A big ol' lump o' coal for those fat cats who eat out of a can.
Have a Merry Christmas. And your mouse catcher too!
Ha,ha..Liked the poem. And I didn't know that Santa was so fond of cats..
Count me in as a cat lover!
We can't have any more cats because of Mrs. Jim's Rule No. 1:2--If it leaves or dies it can't come back and/or won't be replaced.
Our nice old cat, Farrah Fawcett Mineou, died. (I think 'Minet' is feminine but our daughter used 'Minou' anyway. Greatgrandmother used to say that for her cat.)
Mrs. Jim warned me, that rule goes for me too!
Bwahahahahah - sick!
Merry Christmas Rachel!
WEll, at least I know what causes all those hairballs now.
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