Ten Cats by Graham Harrop for January 04, 2025

Great Poem!

But I don’t think any cat would lower itself and become human.

Move over, T.S. Eliot.

Very good.

Or A.A.Milne. I got a copy of his poems for my sixth birthday and I was hooked.When I was One I had just begun.When I was Two I was very new.When I was Three I was barely me.When I was Four I was not much more.When I was Five I was hardly aliveBut now that I’m Six I’m as clever as clever…⁹So I think I’ll be six now forever and ever.I recited it for a school Assembly in the first grade . And that little book of poems. ( I loved the one about Christopher having the measles) started my love of books and especially poetry.

I wrote the above like you would a poem but it printed out in thar format. I forgot about spacing. It’s too late and I’m falling asleep, sorry.

Today is:

NATIONAL SPAGHETTI DAY

NATIONAL TRIVIA DAY

NATIONAL FRUITCAKE TOSS DAY

NATIONAL PLAY OUTSIDE DAY. Nope! No way! It’s going to be a freezing cold day. No outside play today!

| NATIONAL MISSOURI DAY

tad sees so many birds every day on his walks, that sometimes I get a little jealous because I have not been seeing many birds lately. And I don’t see any of the ones that tad sees! I see flocks of geese flying overhead or flocks of turkeys in farm fields, but that’s pretty much it. But I got the surprise of my life driving to work yesterday afternoon. I saw an adult bald eagle feeding on a deer carcass. I know that bald eagles can always be seen along the Wisconsin River, but this was nowhere near the river. It was an amazing sight to see!

This poem is certainly amewsing. You’re the best, Graham!

Just a reminder for readers. Laughing kitty is usually good about posting the special days on the previous day’s strip if the current day isn’t posted. I hate missing those days. Thank you again Kitty for doing such a great job.

Graham’s poems are always special and clever, and this one is no exception. Thank you!

OMG, such a great poem, GH!

And it scans like a house on fire! Wonderful in many ways, Mr. Harrop!

Lovely poem, Graham. While I’d like to be reincarnated as a pampered housecat, I shall stay the way I am for now.

My kitty woke me at 4 this morning only to return later and keep sleeping when I had to get up for work at 7. I had to get out of bed around her while she just stretched and rolled over. Wish we could switch indeed.

A beautiful elaboration on Montaigne’s “When I play with my cat, how do I know that she is not playing with me rather than I with her?”

I just saw some drone footage where a cat took the drone down. It fell out of the sky onto its back, and the last camera image is of a cat peering at its camera.

Niiice!

“Mewsing”. Clever, and apparently has never been used before. At least my search didn’t turn up anything.

They’re hunters.

Love the poem and especially the title of it.

This is lovely, Graham. Welcome to 2025!

FREE ELDO!

Wonderful, absolutely wonderful. Graham’s poems are always a treat to read. On another note, saw four nuthatches, two wrens, and twelve juncos while out walking today.