There really isn’t much of a story behind this week’s poem, it’s simply a little ditty that popped fully formed into my head one day. I’ve mentioned before that despite my terrible allergies I am a crazy cat lady, so it shouldn’t come as much of a surprise that poems about cats regularly pop into my head.
This poem is inspired by own childhood cat, who, like all housecats before and after her, seemed to sense an open book or laptop from a mile away, and considered it her sacred mission to prevent any and all studying by occupying that space with her cuddly, snuggly body.
Wishing everyone who celebrates a very happy and meaningful Easter, hopefully filled with kitty cat snuggles!
Awwwwwwww. Short but SWEET! My kitty loves my lap….and I’m so glad…so long as I CAN see the book. lol. Happy Easter to you, too!
Cute (and true!) poem 🙂 Great photos, too.
Years ago, my cat stepped on my keyboard and opened a thousand tabs (no exaggeration!). I wasn’t even sure how that was possible, but she found a way…
Cats truly do have magical work-disrupting powers!! 😀
Oh, goodness! As a reader with 5 cats…I looove this! And I am off to share it with our reader children. So funny…so TRUE! (Do cats wish to learn to read? To be read to?) Happy Poetry Friday! Purrrr… xx
Cats are readers, too! Your kitty is cute. I can imagine you attempting to read while the cat curls in your face!
How delightful to see you here Jane. I love your poem. I too adore cats, and had a lovely half siamese, black beauty named Sporkle when I was younger. With age my asthma has gotten worse and I’ve been forced to chose breathing over feline friendship. At least I get to read poems like yours and admire cats from afar.
Alas, I’m the same way! I sneezed and wheezed my way through having a cat as a child, but now I’m forced to appreciate cats in very small doses.
That orange cat in the red chair could be our Hem! I am lucky/unlucky that the only lap he loves is my hubby’s, so I am free to read and type…but sadly missing the joy of his weighty warmth and purr. 🙁
I don’t have a cat anymore, but remember this action well, Jane. And whenever I visit my daughter, one of her cats immediately comes to sit! This is such fun!
Your poem is purrrrrrfect! And so true! Seems strange to be in a season of life without kitties at the moment, and I doubt that will be forever. ;0)
Those kitty cats sure do know when to snuggle up! They are also quite good at finding the noncat people to climb over, too, aka–my husband who does not like cats always ends up with lapful of them.