October 31, 2015October 30, 2015 by greg-in-washington

Black Cat Prowl

Giant Black Halloween Cat in neighborhood

Black Cat Prowl

My fur is black.
My eyes are green.
I prowl outside at night unseen,
On silent paws outside the house
Looking for a juicy mouse!

I see a headlight up the road,
And cross the short grass newly mowed
To crouch beneath a blooming rose
And flex the claws between my toes.

My pupils narrow to a slit
Because the garden’s briefly lit
By auto headlights passing by.
I stop to lick my paws and sigh.

My whiskers give a little twitch.
I rush along the nearby ditch!
I’m hungry now; I must go back
And have a little midnight snack

From the food bowl on the floor
Filled with kibbles from the store
Inside the cat-flap near the door.
I’m home and couldn’t ask for more!

13 Comments

chrisscatmeow November 2, 2015 at 10:39

Spike to a T…..🐈

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1. greg-in-washington November 2, 2015 at 10:48
  
  Spike is the only black cat I know–sort of. . . .
  
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Rene S November 2, 2015 at 07:10

I’ve kinda wanted one of those inflatable cats, but our yard is rather small. Maybe someday when one goes on clearance. Love the poem that accompanied it.

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1. greg-in-washington November 2, 2015 at 10:51
  
  I see they cost well over $100 each so i guess I won’t be getting five of them!
  
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greg-in-washington October 31, 2015 at 15:44

I would like 5 big
inflatable cats!

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pilch92 October 31, 2015 at 14:55

Great poem. I don’t usually like those big decorations that need to be on all the time to stay inflated, but I really like the cat one 🙂

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StephJ October 31, 2015 at 10:08

Happy Halloween! I found a link to your awesome post on the Halloween blog party. I am glad I found your blog this was a really great read 🙂 Cheers!

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1. greg-in-washington October 31, 2015 at 10:45
  
  Thanks. I will check your blog out as well, if I haven’t done so already!
  
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April Munday October 31, 2015 at 09:44

Lovely poem. It’s been a few years since a cat lived with me, but I’m thinking it might be time again.

I popped over from Suzie’s party. Lovely to meet you.

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1. greg-in-washington October 31, 2015 at 10:44
  
  A cat like a child needs some attention every day. A cat is like a child that never grows up.
  
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mvaden1948 October 31, 2015 at 08:39

Diavolo thanks you for that lovely poem! Except for the green eyes it fits him to a “T”!

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1. greg-in-washington October 31, 2015 at 08:59
  
  I never had a black cat–thought about it many times, but it never happened.
  
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  1. mvaden1948 October 31, 2015 at 09:09
    
    I’ve never actually chosen a black cat….I’ve never actually chosen any cat…they seem to chose me.
    It’s been a while since I’ve had a black one…even his whiskers and paw pads are black. As you’ve seen in his pictures he has a tiny white bib but otherwise all black.
    Now that I think of it my last black cat was when I was a child, his name was “Inky” and we had his brother Tommie but he was my sister’s cat. Inky was mine. He’s the first one I remember but I’ve been told there was a tiger cat named Peggy that used to ride in the bassinet with me. Yup, always a cat person….with a few dogs thrown in for good measure. Oh, and once had a guinea pig when I lived in a place where I couldn’t have a cat because the landlady was allergic.
    
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