siamese - A Cat Poem

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

A Cat is like a Rose

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

A Cat is like a rose
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Handle them rough and you Bleed
(c) Mike O'Brien

Disguise

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

Before you get a Kitten be cautious and wise
For that cute little Kitten is a Cat in disguise.
(c) Mike O'Brien

Every Dog has it's day

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

Every Dog has it's day,
The other 364 belong to the
CAT
(c)Mike O'Brien

To Mary (NC)

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

Mary, Mary you are a felines fairy, so how does you garden grow?
With many old cats that nobody want's and I will never let them go
I will dedicate my life to them and look after their welfare
Most were discarded because of their age and it simply is'nt fare
These Cats are very special to me for they were sent from up above
For me to look after and give my everlasting trust and love.

GO Mary your pin pal Mike.

British short hair poem

by Mike O'Brienc
(Christchurch New Zealand)

I own a british short hair
Nose permantly stuck in the air
He's a true british Cat
Upper lip and all that
You can tell a Brit cat anywhere.
(c) Mike O'Brien

The Cats Revenge

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

They have put me out on a wet winters night
I was cosy by the fire,it just ain't right
Long before dawn when their still fast asleep
I will jump to their window and in I will peep
I'll scrape my claws down the large window pane
The noise that I make will send them insane
They will cling to each other in panic and fright
That will teach them to leave me out all night.
(c) Mike O'Brien

Strutting

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

My Cat is always strutting
She loves to strut around
This Cat is the best strutter
That we have ever found

One day she even strutted
When my friend was at the door
My friend said your cat srutts
Like I've never seen before

Last week she strutters past the door
And went struttering into town
She went missing for two days
and it realy got me down

My Cat is a compulsive stutterer
Such a compulsive little puss
So last week we joined her up
With the Strutters Anonymous.
(c) Mike O'Brien

Man Vs the Cat

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

A man will work to earn his keep
A Cat will sleep then eat
A man will settle for beans on toast
A Cat will demand a treat

A man will have many bills to pay
A Cat will have nine years credit
A man will use many words in life
A Cat will meow untill you've fed it

A man will help out and do his bit
A cat will have well trained staff
A man will have tools to get things done
A Cat will get things done on it's behalf

A man will need coffee to stay awake
A Cat will NEVER drink it
A man will say he's head of the house
A Cat will grin and let him think it.
(c) Mike O'Brien.

Training a cat

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

To train a Cat would be harder than winning this weeks lotto with last weeks ticket

The Thoughts of a Cat

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

Lord I'm so glad that you made me a Cat
I eat on demand and I'm getting quite fat
A home I have found,and I'm very content
Every things free,I don't even pay rent
I sharpen my claws on the leg of a chair
And when I'm tired I just sleep anywhere
If I want something and I want it right now
I get it every time with a simple Meow
The man said I'm wild and I'll never be tame
Now I wee next to the toilet and he gets the blame
SO when I go to heaven and we have a long chat
I'll take nine more lives, and come back as a CAT.
(c) Mike O'Brien

THE PILL

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

Before you even attempt give your Cat a pill
Be sure you can do it or you will end up ill
To give a Cat a pill will be no easy task
Protective clothes are needed plus a clawproof mask
For after the pill gets past that cute little nose
It must pass a canyon of razors where no finger goes
Hold tight to those legs that have very soft paws
Because behind them are daggers that can win any wars
So take this advice before you give that pill to your pet
Take your Cat in the car and leave the pill to the VET.
(c) Mike O'Brien

Easter Cat

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

The Easter bunny was in distress
He had cramp in two front legs
Oh my dear me he thought to himself
How can I deliver all these Eggs

Then on a fence he spots a Cat
That seemed to have nothing much to do
Good morning Puss the Bunny said
I have a big favour to ask of you

Can you help me with these eggs
For hundreds I have To deliver
The Cat thinks deliver, That means WORK
Just the thought of it made him shiver

But the bunny stared at the Cat
With a sad look in both it's eyes
Please help me out Mr pussy Cat
Or the children won't get a suprise

Ok the Cat soft hearted Cat replies
I will help you with your run
I'll help deliver all your eggs
In fact this venture could be fun

So the Cat helps the Easter Bunny
To deliver his Easter eggs around
The Cat hid the eggs in many a place
And he did'nt even make a sound

I hope you liked this Easter story
And believed Every word is true
For I am the Cat in the poem above
AND HAVE I GOT NEWS FOR YOU.

A cat tongue twister

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

My Precious Perfect Persian Pussy Purred A Persian Perfect Pussy Purr.
(c)Mike O'Brien

Some of you humans

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

Some of you humans make weapons so you can kill one another
Some of you humans make drugs for which you'd kill your own brother
Some of you humans use chainsaws now the birds have no trees
Some of you humans made poisons that kill insects and bees
Some of you humans polute rivers and now fish can't be fed
Some of you humans use guns now most wildlife is dead
Some of you humans made rockets to destroy outer space
Some of you humans have bombs that will end your own race
Some of you humans are upset that we Cats hunt for our prey
Some of you humands forget That Mother nature made us that way.
(c)Mike O'Brien

Old Cat

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

If you find an old cat sitting at you door
All skin and bone lifeless and sore
Don't shout SCAT CAT before you think
This poor Cats hungry and needs a drink
It may be lost and have no home
So why your place it chose to roam
Old cats are wise and they seem to know
The safest places for them to go
So if you are chosen by an old stay cat
Please let it in and thanks for that.
(C) Mike O'Brien and Mary

Our tom

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

Our tom has a split nose and a large chunk out of his ear
He has claws like ice picks that no dog will goes near
His teeth are so sharp and have grown way past his chin
It's a job getting them out once he's got them sunk in
He sleeps where he wants, even on our new leather chair
We would all like to shift him, but none of us dare
He eats what he want's and if he want's more
He goes and steals it from the people next door
Once the vet rang us from the emergency ward
She won't see him again unless we get him declawed
He is sitting beside me while I am writing this poem
He'd love to see what I've written But I'm to scared to SHOW HIM.
(c) Mike O'Brien

Our Happy Cat - A Cat Poem

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

Our Happy Cat.com
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I am a happy tabby Cat and I'm famous on the Net
I bet you look at my gorgeous face and wish I was your pet
A pet I am ,but to myself,it can be no other way
Just remember THAT I own YOU then everthings ok
I even like them silly dogs I think their rather fun
I wish that I could throw a ball and watch the dumb things run
The question that I want to ask is have I got a name ???
If I have well that's ok, if not then who's to blame
The day might come when I open one eye and see you sitting there
Then I might give you a Tabby wink Because I know you really care
Just remember that all us Cats think you humands are the best
Because without you being there we would have no one to pest.

The Fence

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

A cat will sit on a fence for hours on end
Sometimes on their own or just with a friend
They sit so still, as if made of stone
Perfectly balanced in a twilight zone
How do that sit on a fence thats not very wide
If we tried to do it we'd have a sore back side
The one thing that always gets them down on the floor
Is the sound of someone opening that old fridge door.
(c) Mike O'Brien

your cat our happy Cat.- A Cat Poem

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

I am looking at you with eyes closed tight
I'm y(our) happy Cat.com,Oh what a delight
I'm a tabby Cat for this I'm sure
To find one better you need look no more
Well now it's time to have a feed
I expect my dish to be filled with speed
So off you go and get me only the best
Only after I've dined should the dog get the rest
Well that's about it I've had my say
Now get off my chair and be on your way.

A fridge is a fridge

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

Hey you lot I'm sitting here meowing, waiting for a feed
All you seem to care about is stuff that you might need
I want to know what's in this fridge, NOT what's on the Telly
So get a dish, fill it up,and get something in my belly
How dare you just ignore me as if I don't exist
NOW open up a can of stuff that I can't resist
Hold on, this fridge looks different, in fact it looks quite fatter
Gosh I'm in someone elses house, but heck that does'nt matter.
(c) Mike O'Brien

House Proud

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

Not one cushion out of place
Tables coverd in linen and lace
Curtains hanging so bright and clean
The best kept home you have ever seen
Then my Daughter decided to changed all that
Last week she brought home a cute little CAT
(c)Mike O'Brien

Chalk and Cheese

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

Dogs and Cats are like Chalk and cheese
Dogs do what there told, Cats do what they please.
(c)Mike O'Brien

Menu A la Cat

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

Monday: The juiciest trout you have ever seen
Tuesday: A Nice pork chop, must be tender and lean
Wednesday: I'll have the steak,prime fillet is best
Thursday: Ham off the bone,the dog gets the rest
Friday: Cold fresh Salmon that's been freshly caught
Saturday: Chicken Pate from a french deli bought
Sunday: I'll have the roast with heaps of meat.
Now rattle your brains for next weeks treat
(c) Mike O'Brien

Babe

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

Babe Past away in 2007 on the 8th of june
He was Only 2 years old it was way to soon
But Mary being Mary did all she could
To save little Babe as he knew she would
Mary nursed Babe constantly day after day
But after 20 tearfull days Babe past away
When Babe spoke to God on his arrival in heaven
His said hello mate I'm Babe from year 2007
God said welcome to heaven We've been waiting for you
My mother said your hers because she's Mary too.
To Mary from Mike

cats

by Mike O'Brien

Thin cats, fat cats, young cats and old
Whatever their breed,they never do what their told
We house them and feed them but do not expect
Any gesture of thanks or a hint of respect
Dogs work very hard just to earn their keep
Cats think work is finding somewhere to sleep
So why do we humans put up with all that
The answer lies deep in the mind of a Cat.
(c) Mike O'Brien

An upset Cat

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

I will jump on your cupboard and walk all around
I will grin with joy as your best vase hits the ground
I will empty your trash bin all over the floor
I will make a large mess for this I am sure
I will climb up your curtains,claws slashing about
I will rip them to shreds and then I'll go out
I will do all these things, and do them with glee
THAT will teach you to feed the dog before me.

A Poem For little Mo

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

Many will miss Kate and Matts little Mo
She had only one ear and a chest of snow
Such a cute little Queen but oh so wise
With CleoCATtra eyes that would hypnosis
She will be sadly missed by Kate and Matt
And all Kates readers for we loved that Cat
Mike

Owned by a cat - A Cat Poem

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

We have just got a cat, I'm he,s servant for life
Now he's trained me I bet he'll start on my Wife
So if you get a Cat, I can tell you for sure
They own you for life once there feet pass the door.
Cheers Mike

Cats rules for domestic staff (1-13)

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

(1) All staff will be on duty 24 hours a day
(2) Staff may have 1/2 a day off to worship the Cat
(3) Punctuality is the necessity of a MEOW
(4) Staff will NOT use vacuum cleaner while cat is napping
(5) Windows are to be left OPEN for cats convenience ALWAYS
(6) All meals will be served on DEMAND (see claws 3)
(7) The craving for a DOG is a human weakness and as such is FORBIDDEN
(8) Cloths worn by staff MUST be of a nature that allows the cat to get rid of unwanted hair
(9) Staff holidays are to be taken in the back yard,you are forbidden to leave the grounds unless it's to buy cat food
(10) Large plant pots are to be provided for cats use in the event of wet weather
(11) All chairs ,settees and beds belong to the cat and can only be used by demestic staff if the cat is AWAY
(12) All can openers, food and cleaning materials are to be provided by the demestic staff.
All furballs,odd smells,unwanted hair and muddy paw prints will be provided by the cat
(13) Payment for the above will be the privilege of being owned by THE CAT.
(c) Mike O'Brien 2009.

A message from Stripy

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

To the coward that shot me in the head with a gun
I suppose you thought what you did was for fun
Well I spent Three days distressed and in pain
I guess you thought another wild Cat you had slain
Yes I am that cat that you shot in the face
And what you cowardly did was an utter disgrace
Well you gutless human,have I news for you
I was cared for by people that knew what to do
My face was a mess and my teeth they just hung
I could not drink because I had half of a tongue
Thank God there are humans that are'nt your kind of breed
For they fixed my wounds and they did it with speed
If it was not for them I would surely have died
I hope that you read this then find somewhere to hide
A new home I have found and I simply just love it
And as for your gun, WELL you know where to SHOVE IT.
To the gutless coward
From Stipy, Mike and Mary

Cats according to man

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

Are cats majestic nimble and wise
Or are they a monster in clever disguise
Are they a loyal and life long old friend
Or are they a nightmare thats never to end
Are they a comfort when we are not feeling well
Or are they a demond straight up from hell
Are they a treasure we keep all our life
I'll tell you what I think, BUT DON"T TELL MY WIFE.
(c)Mike O'Brien

Cats and Dogs

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

Some dogs have pointed heads
Other dogs have flat
Then god created the perfect head
And placed it on the Cat.
(c) Mike O'Brien

After god created the Cat
He sent it to earth and said
Try training THAT.
(c) Mike O'Brien

Curious Cat

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

As I sit at my desk trying to work out a budget
My Cat spots my eraser and with her nose trys to nudge it
It goes a short way but my Cats not content
So she gives it a whack, I don't know where it went
Now I have to find it, on my knees on the floor
I will have a good look, theres bound to be more
While I'm down here My Cats still up there
Why are all my papers floating about in the air
And WHY are all my pens flying this way and that
The answer is quite simple, A CURIOUS CAT.
(c) Mike O'Brien

To people that don't like CATS

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

I can very truthfully say that
If your a person that don't like a Cat
That in a past life
A CAT gave you strife
So you were a SPIDER a MOUSE or a RAT.

A Cats Friend indeed

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

A friend with a feed
Is a Cats friend indeed.
(c) Mike O'Brien.

Cats Way

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

I think it's a true thing to say
That my cat rules my life every day
I may think she's lazy
She might. drive me crazy
But she's a Cat and likes it that way.
(c) Mike O'Brien

Our Cat

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealandeatery)

Our cat is lazy our cat is fat
Our cat sometimes messes on the mat
We don't tell him what to do
He owns our house and next doors too
We're his subjects, he is the King
One MEOW will get him anything
Sometimes he is quite a PEST
But we all love him he's the BEST.
(c) Mike O'Brien

To own a Cat

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

To own a Cat is an very simple task
Just DROP everything and do what they ask.
(c) Mike O'Brien

Hairs Hairs

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

First you find one then you find two
After looking around you find quite a few

You can't stop sneezing,it's that time again
The cat's started moulting oh what a pain

You go to the drug store to get drops for your nose
You can't stop sneezing you have hairs on your cloths

When you get home and pass the front door
The sun shows more hairs all over the floor

You try to sweep them,you curse and you moan
The hairs dance around wit a mind of their own

Out comes the vacuum and in less than a minute
The vacuum has worked the hairs are all in it

This is only the start,you have not won the war
The Cat's in the house so there's bound to be more

To the kitchen you go but the Cat's been in there
The counter and sink are now both coverd in hair

You find hair on the couch, bed, and the chairs
On top of the table and way up the stairs

You enter the laundry, the Cat's beat you to it
The washing is ruined, the cat't been right through it

You use the vacuum again,there's hair an the mat
The vacuum is full with more hairs than the Cat

The hair is now gone it's out in the bin
But now the DOG'S moulting, AND HE'S JUST WALKED IN.
(c) Mike O'Brien.

Why Cats

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

They sit by the window so content and alone
Not a care in the world,with a mind of their own
With their feline stare they hypnotize
Most mere humans to be their prize
They do not take orders and will not obey
Don't try to train them,they just walk away
Just give them some food and a place they can roam
Cats will then change a house into a place we call HOME
(c) Mike O'Brien

The Fridge

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

A cat sat waiting by the fridge so content and all alone
Then a dog sat by the fridge, for in it was his a bone
The Cat was quite beside herself having to share with a mere Canine
So she turned her head and politely said, GET LOST THIS FRIDGE IS MINE.
(c) Mike O'Brien