Cat Poems

Hua Sai Cat Sanctuary

A Lonely Cat

Author: Jodi Riker Yap

I wish someone would tell me what is it that I've done wrong.
Why do I have to stay outside in the rain and be left alone so long?
They seemed so glad to have me when I came here as a kitten.
There were so many things we'd do while I was growing up.

The Master said he'd love me as a companion and a friend.
The Mistress said she'd never fear to be left alone again.
The children said they'd feed me and brush me every day.
They'd play with me and walk me if I would only stay.

But now the Master hasn't time, the Mistress says I shed.
She doesn't want me in the house, not even to be fed.
The Children never pet me; they always say, "Not now"
I wish that I could please them. Won't someone tell me how?

All I had, you see, was love.
I wish they would explain
Why they said they wanted mine,
And then left it outside in the rain.

The Purr-fect Friend

Author: Lauri Richmond

I'm big and huggable, just like a teddy bear
I'm so happy I got adopted and put in their care

Before my new home, I lived on the cold streets
I really love this place, I even get treats!

No one wanted me before, since I'm a senior, you see
Yet I purr like a kitten and can still climb a tree.

Please consider a pet that is older in years
We give lots of love and take away all the tears

My Best Friend

Author: Denise Brixey

Each morning I awake,
my best friend beside me,
his eyes are wide with love,
and my heart sores again.

As I go through my day,
expectations on me,
my friend is always near,
to soothe my troubled mind.

When nighttime descends on us,
and the world is through with me,
at last I can meditate,
and give loving thanks for him.

My friend is very special,
a truly amazing soul,
he's very soft and gentle,
for he's my cat, after all!

Kitties Bedtime Prayer

Author: Anonymous

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray this cushy life to keep.
I pray for toys that look like mice,
and sofa cushions, soft and nice.
For grocery bags where I can hide,
just like a tiger, crouched inside!
I pray for gourmet Kitty snacks,
and someone nice to scratch my back.
For window sills all warm and bright,
for shadows to explore at night.
I pray I'll always stay real cool,
and keep the secret feline rule.
To NEVER tell a human that...
the world is really ruled by CATS!

Cats Sleep Anywhere

Author: Eleanor Farjeon (1881 - 1965)

Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open drawer, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don't care! Cats sleep anywhere.

St. Jerome's Cat

Author: Anonymous

St. Jerome in his study kept a great big cat,
it's always in his pictures, with its feet upon the mat.
Did he give it milk to drink, in a little dish?
When it came to Friday's, did he give it fish?
If I lost my little cat, I'd be sad without it;
I should ask St. Jerome what to do about it.

I should ask St. Jerome, just because of that,
for he's the only saint I know who kept a kitty cat.

The Kittens Story

Author: Anonymous

A shivering scrap edges from the cat basket,
and vanishes behind the sofa.
"Poor little soul," they say,
"Perhaps a little plaice, a little milk."
"Don't startle her."

By morning she has scattered food across the kitchen.
Established a bed in the linen basket.
Removed the vegetables from the rack.
Shredded a roll of toilet paper.
Climbed the lace curtains - to their detriment.
Walked milk into the passage.
Used her box - with a vigorous displacement of the litter.
And fallen asleep on the stove.

She wakes and beams at the first person down.
"I like it here," she signals.
"How about a game of string?"

What is a Cat?

Author: Unknown

Gentle eyes
that see so much,
paws that have
the quiet touch.

Purrs to signal
"all is well"
and show more love
than words can tell.

Graceful movements
touched with pride,
a calming presence
by our side.

A friendship
that will last and grow,
small wonder
why we love them so.

Because I’m Only Human

Author : Unknown

Because I'm only human,
it's sometimes hard to be
the wise, all knowing creature
that my cat expects of me.

And so I pray for special help,
to somehow understand
the subtle implications,
of each proud miaowed command.

Oh, let me not forget that chairs
were put on earth to shred;
and what I like to call a lap
is actually a cat-bed.

I know it's really lots to ask
but please, oh please, take pity;
and though I'm only human,
make me worthy of my kitty!

I Wish I Was A Cat

Author: Steve Riches

I wish I was a cat,
living in my home.
I’d have no need to worry,
and wouldn’t need a phone.

I wish I was a cat,
I’d play and sleep all day.
I’d catch a bird and p’raps a mouse,
then take them to the house.
I wouldn’t have to worry,
‘bout food or work or money.
I wouldn’t worry ‘bout the rain,
But I’d prefer it sunny.

I wish I was a Cat.
That’s that!

A Cat

Author: Steve Riches

A cat it is no trouble,
It will eat and sleep all day.
But if it sees another cat,
then one thing or another,
It will either hiss, and fight with it,
or wash it like a mother.

A cat has got emotions,
It will purr if touched and petted.
It will bite to say it's had enough,
and mope if you upset it.

A cat is such a lovely thing,
It's fur so soft with shine.
It comes in many colours,
with markings oh so fine.

A cat is such a friend indeed,
It will follow you around.
And if It cannot see you,
It will search 'til you are found.

Lucy's Story

Author: Steve Riches

Abandoned at a children’s school,
my family did not want me.
Frightened, wondering what to do,
I really missed my mummy.

The children were so noisy,
It scared me oh so much.
No one to sleep with night times,
I missed my mother's touch.

Two, three or more days later,
so hungry I'd become,
I really needed milk and love,
that I used to get from mum.

I was only just a little girl,
five weeks old I guess,
my future seemed a long way off,
my life was such a mess.

One day while I was sleeping,
a car came in the yard,
Two people they got out of it,
I looked at them real hard.

I think it was a weekend,
so quiet was it in school,
no children were there playing,
no teachers on their stool.

They could not see me hiding,
'neath the classroom floor,
but I poked my little head out,
I couldn’t hide no more.

The man he saw me peeking,
my eyes I think he saw,
he called his wife to see me,
I went back in the floor.



Eventually he caught me,
and held me in his hand,
we have to take her home he said,
doesn't she look grand.

They took me home and fed me,
a special kind of milk,
it was so good I drank so much,
so warm and smooth as silk.

I'm growing now,
almost four years old,
that's thirty six in human years,
or so I have been told.

Some new cat's joined us later,
I fought with them at start,
but now I sometimes play with them,
though they are not so smart.

I love my new found "dad",
and follow him around,
and if I cannot find him,
I search till he is found.

At night I sleep upon his bed,
it's soft and clean and warm,
I push my head into his hand,
and purr with all my charm.

I am a lucky cat you see,
'cause I have a lovely home,
that's safe and clean and lot' s of food,
and people that love me.

Lucy's Story in a Poem (Video)