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Touching Cat Poems

I did not write these poems, but I hope that they comfort you, inspire you, and touch you.


Angel Cats

"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
Author Unknown

One by one, they file past my cage

 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
A little old man, arthritic and sore

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

Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail

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

Whatever excuse they made in their head

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

When I had almost come to the end of my rope

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

You took me home, gave me food an a bed

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
I may have lived most of my life with another

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

I may be with you for a week or for years

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

And when I arrive at the Bridge all brand new

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.

(–Author Unknown–)