Printer came to me a kitten

And lived to be seventeen

Our home became her kingdom

We were her subjects, and she, our queen.


With stealth, Printer kept my curfew

After midnight, her delicate paws would strike

Grasping the shins of anyone lingering

Man or woman, young and old, alike.


She forever hissed at mother

And continued scratching dad

If a docile cat is good

Printer was surely bad.


A cat so brazen, she discouraged suitors

With a wicked strategy

Once barefoot, her claws met their toenails

No sir, this cat was not sharing me


Printer’s antics did not bring isolation

Imagine! Social apathy increasing her allure

Cat treats and gifts still besieged her

All wasted; only I could make her purr.


Oh, Printer, how I adored you

Your graceful presence wrapped in brown and gold

If only to be more catlike

 Discriminating, wise and bold.


Lisa Guillemin (US)

6th January 2013


A Morning Kiss

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

Janet F Faure

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