Touching Cat PoemsPosted: March 6, 2013
I did not write these poems, but I hope that they comfort you, inspire you, and touch you.
"Angel cats are just pretend
Just sorrows that will never mend" But if I believe that, I'm untrue
To someone who loved me and you.
For I have felt my cat's sweet weight As she cuddles into bed so late And heard her purrs, and felt her sigh Mend my grief: sweet lullaby. Faulty vision? I think not! An angel cat, off like a shot For that was how she ran while here: Now plain sight, now disappear.
Angel cats are surely real
They stay in touch to help us heal
Their fur dries tears that will not dry And as we mend, our spirits fly.
Copyright © Rachel McGrath-Kerr
I Am Your Cat
I am your cat, and I have a little something I’d like to whisper in your ear.
I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life.
Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way my eyes look at yours?
They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle.
You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a simple moment of your time?
That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me. So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of others of my kind, passing.
Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat.
Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes.
Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run free in a distant land.
I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week.
Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just “One more day” with me.
Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me, and look deep into my eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart.
Come to me not as “alpha” or as “owner” or even “Mum or Dad,” come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one anther’s eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of batting toys, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general.
You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am.
I am a cat, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a “Cat on two feet” — I know what you are. You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still.
Now, come sit with me. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper into my ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short …
~ Author Unknown ~
One By One
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way
Way past his time, he can’t run and play
Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way
It seems I am not wanted anymore
I once had a home, I once had a bed A place that was warm, and where I was fed
Who wants a cat so old and so frail?
My family decided I didn’t belong I got in their way; my attitude was wrong
Can’t justify how they left me for dead
Now I sit in this cage, where day after day
The younger cats all get adopted away
You saw my face, and I finally had hope
You saw through the grey and the legs bent with age
And felt that I still had life beyond this cage
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head
We snuggle and play and you talk to me low
You love me so dearly, you want me to know
But you outshine them with a love so much stronger
And I promise to return all the love I can give
To you, my dear person, as long as I live
We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave
I know you will cry and your heart it will grieve
My thoughts and my heart will still be with you
And I will brag to all that will hear
Of the person who made my last days oh, so dear
The Feline Spirit
And God asked the feline spirit Are you ready to come home? Oh yes, quite so, replied the precious soul And, as a cat, you know I am most able To decide anything for myself.
Are you coming then? asked God. Soon, replied the whiskered angel, But I must come slowly For my human friends are troubled. For, you see, they need me, quite certainly.
But don’t they understand, asked God That you’ll never leave them? That your souls are intertwined for all eternity? That nothing is created or destroyed? It just is…forever and ever and ever.
Eventually they will understand, Replied the glorious cat. For I will whisper into their hearts That I am always with them. I just am…forever and ever and ever.