Tag: Emilita

Winter is Coming…

The snow doth fall

upon the frozen leaves;

the first sign of winter

this marks, one may believe.

Wise as ever, the cat knows

winter grows ever near

but, snow covered critters

are delicious still, never fear.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2015

Humans Say the Darndest Things

My people seem to think that I love being sung to. They have a song for this and a song for that and speak to me as if I am a child. Well I have news for them, I am a dignified, 5-year-old woman. So when they sing to me those little rhymes, this is what I am really thinking.

I don’t want to be a baby cat,

I don’t like to be a baby cat,

I am surely not your baby cat,

but I can be a killer cat.

meow, meow, meow

meow, meow, mao.

Licky, licky, sticky, sticky, picky, picky…

just put my damn food down so I can eat it.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….oh, you said something?

You want to go for a walk?

Go outside and see the birds?

Tend to the gardens?

No, I just want a fish.

Alone Time

I love it when they have things to do

and they leave me by my lonesome.

I sit and watch my birds

and dream all day through.

But then there comes a time

when my solitude becomes a bore

and I have to find those people for food;

that’s all they are good for.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders

Now You See Me, Now You Don’t

There are very few times

when a cat wants to be seen.

If your attention is needed,

you will know what I mean.

When I am napping and hunting

or eating or sleeping

your voice is not needed

and your face not worth seeing.

I hide for a reason

and no matter how you call

I will not respond or come

I don’t look like a dog at all.

So here are the rules,

there are two times we should meet,

if ever there is poop on my butt,

or every time I need a treat.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2015

I Dream Too

What could be better

than a field full of mice?

A stream full of fish

could be just as nice.

A wide open field

where a cat could play.

Grasses so green

I could eat them all day.

How busy I would be

but when all is said and done

I could curl up and nap

and bathe in the sun.

Oh, how splendid

this dream may be

until I awake to

my imprisoned reality.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2015

Cats Don’t Do Change

Change is good they say

as they re-arrange their way.

Move this here and put that there,

they think a cat can sleep just anywhere?

And as the final piece falls into place

and what once was has no trace,

they admire their work with pride

but all I see, are eight new places to hide.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2015

The Rat

I could feel his beady eyes watching my every move. Here he was, some piece of vermin thinking he could outwit me. I was not only the biggest cat in town, but the most dangerous and if there was one thing I absolutely did not tolerate, it was a rat.

I should have known not to trust this guy from day one. Thing is, around here, we look out for our own kind. It was surprising enough I suppose that he was willing to give up his family that easily, but times were rough for everyone and he kept food on the table for us, or rather under the table.

That night though, I was on the prowl.

“Al? I know you are in here.” My voice wailed through the abandoned shed. It may have seemed like I was the only one in here, but I knew all of Al’s hiding places. There was no hole in the wall in this town that he could hide in which I wouldn’t be able to find him. He must have known this when he decided to betray me. Without me, he never would have made any cheese. He would have been living a life of constant fear in absolute squalor. Well he might have enjoyed that last part.

Clink, Clink!

I turned quickly and got really low with my weapons drawn. I would have given anything to sink my claws into him at that moment. Then, I saw him as he scurried behind some boxes. I quietly positioned myself so there was no chance for him to escape. I had him cornered now. This felt like old times.

It was not long ago when we first met and were in the same position. I was about to go in for the kill when I heard this little pip-squeak.

“Wait, I can help you,” he sobbed. I stopped myself just in time.

“Carry on then, how can you help me?” I replied.

“I can tell you where everyone you are looking for is hiding. Where they live. When they will be there. Everything. Please, just spare my life.”

And so began the unlikely partnership that would now end just as it had started. Here we were again and this time I would not be so understanding.

“Any last words, Rat?”

“Please, just kill me. I am tired of this maze.” I raised my paw to strike and just then a bright light flickered on making my eyes adjust. Just as I saw my target tailing it out of there, I heard what no cat wants to hear,

“Come on Emilita, it’s time for bed. What are you doing out here anyway? If we go now, I can comb you before bed!”

And in one fell swoop, my life of crime had landed me right back in the slammer.

 

© Emilita and Autumn Siders 2015

 

What a Cat Hears

No doubt you have heard some of the new hot songs on the radio like Cheerleader, Shut Up and Dance, and Fight Song. I am sure you even think you know the lyrics to these songs, but I am here to tell you how the songs really go. At least this is how the cats are singing them.

Oh, I think that I’ve found the best kind of dinner,

Tuna, shrimp and salmon are always a winner.

 

Oh don’t you wake me up

just keep your paws off me

I said, “don’t wake me up”

She said get up and play with me!

This woman is the ruin of me

she said blah bla bla blah

get up and play with me.

 

Like a small fish

from the ocean

to my dinner plate

in quick motion.

Like how a single meow

can make a bag open

I might only have a few claws

But I can cause a commotion.