Animal Characters, Imagined and Real

[anirbas]

Adorian Bettina Clitterer

Adorian Bettina Clitterer
is a scattered skitter
of quite the sly critter,
without ever being quiet.

Black as hot, shining pitch;
tone deaf as a warty toad,
she meowhowls,
severly off pitch;
her tail a swishing,
whipping switch;
her very own,
metronome,
keeping the beat...

As on and on,
Adorian Bettina Clitterer...

Screechingly yodels
as only she can and does...
Singing for her favorite supper-
the contents of a tunafish can.

Til you feed her on command and demand...
Yet no matter how much she screeches to be fed...
Growling and hissing without abate
while she ravenously cleans her plate...
Adorian Bettina Clitterer remains lean as a switch...
An echo of the fat cat she should be as much as she eats...

~*~

Mister Victor

Mister Victor is his given name.
Lolling on a veranda in sunkissed Spain
is his favorite hobby and game.

The look of an emperor
obliquely falling from his peridot eyes-
States this cat is to cool to chase houseflies.
He'd rather chase catnaps and daydream
of chasing houseflies, instead...

In the middle of his stately forehead
is stamped the capital letter M...
Could be a two pronged crown
proclaiming his royal felinic lineage...
Could be the glyph of a sly set of horns...

And Mister Victor, he isn't denying either rumor...
As he rolls onto his back in the sunshine...
Purring as he lolls on a sunkissed veranda in Spain...
Empirical eyes lidded and closed in felinic bliss...
Not sure if the rain falls mainly on the plain, or not...
Only caring that it doesn't fall on him...
As of course, is the nature of an emperor...

[DavidMc]

Adorable tail swishing stuff ... had me meowing with mirth ;D

Mr V

[anirbas]

[dawness]

sure thing, sabs... we are cats with nine lives???

[anirbas]

thanks DG! didn't mean to ignore you...didn't realize,
anyone had been back in here...

you're right, DG...i am my own cat...ggglgggl...
running kind of thin of lives right now...think i've used up
about six of my lives...hehehehehe...meowpurrrrrrrrrr anyway...

~*~

i'd rather be a cat than a dog, anyday...
although, i've had a few good dogs with which to play...
dogs do strange things...like eat other animal's excrement...

stranger still...i've had dogs that rolled in catcrap everytime they found it...
a cat would never stoop to such an odiferous pastime, no matter how bored
with life the cat in question might have become...rolling in shit...
would never appeal to a cat...

yes...i'd rather be felininically
inclined, over sothically inclined, anytime...
but, i do so love to hoooooowwwwwl
at the moon and when a siren
does rend the air
with a shocking
croon...
and i've
been known
to dig a hole
or two, to curl
myself into...

~*~

ggglgggl...llook what you inspired to escape me inner realms betwixt and between me ears, me Aurorian dear...you and that nine lives statement, set me mind off on a tangent of silliness...wonder why i keep saying me instead of my? oh no...i've been possessed...
i'm channeling one of me ancient Irish ancestors...time to take me meds...and head back to bed...take care and blessed be sweet pretties! i'm history...outta here...i smell catnip...
ggglgggl...meoooowwwwwwlllllllllll...Nir

[anirbas]

Victor dreams of tigerhood...
Dodge dreams of sothic valor...
Barking and growling around his snoring,
whilst he sleeps upon the couch, his paws
twitching, his legs flexing, as he runs
across fields of verted grass,
chasing squirrels and rabbits,
he is never going to catch...
Except in his dreams...

Sabrina
10/2005

[anirbas]

~A Totally, Off the Near Wall Cat Story Poem

"Meowpurrrrrrr," crooned Ms. Kitty Kat,
where shortly before, she'd growled, hissed and spat;
presenting her claws to her negligent master...
He had been absently remiss, forgotten to indulge
his felinically inclined mistress with her favorite indulgence...
Posthaste, upon returning from work, he'd remedied his mistake
after the onslaught of his cat's conniption fit to greet him.

Her empty blue bowl now filled to the brim
with bounteously sloshing over the rim cream.
Which Ms. Kitty Kat delicately but with gusto
lap, lap, lapped and licked at; occasionally
stopping to contentedly elicit another meowpurrrrrrrr,
looking up at her master, sitting at the kitchen table,
applying ointment and band-aids to the cat
beribboned flesh of his ankles and muscled calves.

"Drat, Ms. Kitty Kat," her master groused, "you near
tore me into halves and halves of halves over
a bloody missed bowl of cream! If you
give me cat scratch fever, pet,
who in Larry's name do you
think will pay your vet bill?"

Ms. Kitty Kat catgiggled
which sounded like she was hiccuping
and sneezing, at the same time...

"Hiccameowchoo! Hiccameowchoo!"

To herself thinking of her master,
you're the one that said you didn't
mind being scratched as long
as you got to stroke a pussycat...

"Hiccameowchoo! Hiccahiccameowchoo!"

[anirbas]

Diesel, he's my morning man...

caressing my legs
as I wipe the dregs
of sleep from my eyes,
trying to brew coffee
and keep from tripping
over him in the mood
to be loving in the kitchen

Boogie, is my afternoon delight...

racing pell mell into my room
after I return from working
to jump onto the bed and flop
down by my side, demanding
I stroke his head repeatedly
til I stoke a purr from him

[anirbas]

~miss tickles

azured eyes
filled with the shine
of equal amounts
of curiosity and mystery

she looks at me

seeing through me
with her oracleic fathomless gaze
seemingly knowing in her felinic way
the misery I'm feeling and my need
to be touched right this second
if just for a minute

so, she rubs
her ears against my toes
chasing away my woes
giving me the giggles
because her furr tickles

[glenn]

purrrfect poeming!

[DavidMc]

[anirbas]

meowpurrtHANKSssssssss for the read, Glenn and David!