"Cats do what they do"

Baby -- paw collection in full display mode -- as he settled into a day-long cat nap yesterday morning after his mysterious adventures of the day before.

"I have composed a short verse in Baby's honor, about these mysterious adventures that cats obviously enjoy. I suspect they serve a higher cat purpose," writes our reader, Jeffrey Hull, who delights and honors us with a gift of poetry:

Wayward Cats

So where do cats go, when they just go away,
By darkest of night or by bright light of day?
Attending their business with no "by-your-leave,"
Condemning their "owners" to worry and grieve—
They saunter back home with not even a hint
Of what they have done save a mischievous glint,
Perhaps with some scratches, but home with the dawn,
Protecting the secret of where they have gone.
We'd like to forget, but cats do what they do
And patiently teach us what yet remains true:
For all of their wanderings demonstrate that
The simple truth is that no man owns a cat.

Jeffrey Hull, Copyright 2004
By permission

Prrrrr. And speaking of homages to cats (we always do), be sure to visit the litterful of homages to their cats by ailurophilic bloggers at the 36th Carnival of the Cats, hosted this week by Watermark.

Comments

[acjgoomp]

Jeffrey is a true cat person.

[pam]

Wish I could have a cat again; this place is my kitty methadone. :D

[pam]

I meant to say it when I made the comment above, but obviously I'm losing my faculties:

Welcome home Baby! ;)

[Sissy Willis]

Prrrrr.