This Poem was Submitted By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2005-06-25 15:45:36 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Cat Lovers.........HELP

This morning the man of the house Brought me a pretty blue collar Thought he wanted to be my friend Adding a bright pink leash  He put me in a black mesh bag Next to me  in her own house Sat the dog that is always out in the  pen Never close to me before But now  she sits right next to me In the back of this open truck you know   Down the road we went........seems like I did this last year Racking my brain I am trying to think where I am going I started to cry, the dog was barking at the wind The man just kept the truck rolling and soon We were there, wherever that was First the dog got out and walked inside Me, I’m still in the black mesh bag Oh sure there is a lady in this picture too They are doing this awful deed together you know We sit and wait till our name is called Pretty Girl, oh that’s you dog Snowball, oh no..... that’s me  Together we go in this tiny little room  A nice lady smiles at me then begins to poke She said I weighed nine pounds, who is she kidding Look at all my fur Soon the doctor came in He was nothing special Shook hands with the Mr. and  Mrs.  Then he came after me  Good grief his hands were cold as they dug into my gut He checked out my teeth, if only I could have.......... Ears, eyes, nose and throat  They talked about a bath and trim Can you imagine, right in front of me  Pretty Girl was already back inside her house We were going home At least I think we were The ordeal was over had to be I’m back inside the black mesh bag But wait when we got home they set me free Took off the collar and leash  I was on my own Pretty Girl was free and came  right after me Never before did I climb a tree....I did today I sat for over an hour trying to figure how in the world I was going to get back down again........ HELP  I cried..... The man of the house walked by on his deck  We were just about eye to eye He looked at me and I at him then he said What goes up goes down, your on your own..........

Copyright © June 2005 Claire H. Currier

Additional Notes:
Wish I cold have posted a picture of Snowball in the tree.......what a sight........he now rests on the back porch, tired but safe........

This Poem was Critiqued By: Latorial D. Faison On Date: 2005-07-06 22:17:17
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.92857
Claire this was a rather cute poem and quite interesting. You personify two creatures in what is/could be normal routine for them and give us readers a glimpse of what must be going on in their minds. Very interesting. I like how you write from the cat's point of view, and I think it's clever when you say "man of the house." This poem is also rather intrigquing because you never know what is going to happen. The black mesh bag and being suddenly in the truck next to the dog led me to believe that perhaps the owner was going to turn them loose/give them away on an old country road or was delivering them to someone's home. I never imgained they'd be taking a trip to the vet. Great poem. Latorial

This Poem was Critiqued By: Joanne M Uppendahl On Date: 2005-06-27 20:54:06
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.93548
Claire: It’s so funny! You are a keen observer of feline nature, it’s clear. And your sense of humor delights. I love this poem narrated by Snowball! Sharp wit and sharp claws! "He put me in a black mesh bag" *The man of the house's first mistake! Ha! Next to me in her own house Sat the dog that is always out in the pen Never close to me before But now she sits right next to me In the back of this open truck you know *I can hear the cat thinking “yuk, yuk, and yuk” Down the road we went........seems like I did this last year Racking my brain I am trying to think where I am going – I see his thinking expression so well! I started to cry*, the dog was barking at the wind *Here you made this audible, especially for humans belonging to cats!! The man just kept the truck rolling and soon We were there, wherever that was First the dog got out and walked inside Me, I’m still in the black mesh bag *This is cracking me up – the indignity of it all Oh sure there is a lady in this picture too They are doing this awful deed together you know We sit and wait till our name is called Pretty Girl, oh that’s you dog Snowball, oh no..... that’s me *that “oh no” sinking feeling Together we go in this tiny little room A nice lady smiles at me then begins to poke *how they hate that, with good reason She said I weighed nine pounds, who is she kidding Look at all my fur *LOL! Soon the doctor came in He was nothing special *Tickles me. I’ve thought the same (sorry if doctors is reading) Shook hands with the Mr. and Mrs. Then he came after me Good grief his hands were cold as they dug into my gut (Ouch! Graphic, but accurate, makes me feel a bit guilty for those visits to the vet which I have subjected my cats to over the years!) He checked out my teeth, if only I could have...LOL!! Love this!!The left off cat swear word! Ears, eyes, nose and throat They talked about a bath and trim Can you imagine, right in front of me *As if cats can’t comprehend! I have a cat who ‘gets’ whatever it is that I am about to do next if it involves him. I don’t say certain words as he has his hiding places. :) Pretty Girl was already back inside her house We were going home At least I think we were The ordeal was over had to be I’m back inside the black mesh bag *Never used one of these – only carriers. It gives me a picture of Snowball peeking out, resentfully – his eyes are blue? With her white fur, and peeking through the mesh, he must have been quite colorfully contained. And outraged. But wait when we got home they set me free Took off the collar and leash I was on my own * I sense his readiness to leap Pretty Girl was free and came right after me Never before did I climb a tree....I did today **The pictures are amazing, too funny~~! I sat for over an hour trying to figure how in the world I was going to get back down again........ HELP I cried..... The man of the house walked by on his deck We were just about eye to eye He looked at me and I at him then he said What goes up goes down, your on your own.......... Once my cat Toto climbed a tree, for different reasons. He only did it once, because of the getting back down part, I think. Anyway, he was stuck up in one very tall fir tree and nothing could persuade him to come down. Someone’s yelping hound dog had come into our yard to bark at the raccoons, but he took it personally and went up the tree. By the second day I was really worried. The vet said he would just come down on his own. But he didn’t. Finally, I called the fire department and a tree topping service. The tree guy offered to come out right away, so I decided that would be less alarming to the cat. By the time he arrived, Toto had decided that he would just parachute down when I wasn’t looking. He landed OK, thankfully. He was very hungry and thirsty. It was a long drop so I took him to the vet, which made him wonder why he even bothered!! LOL! Anyway, all's well that ends well. I wish I had taken pictures as you wisely did. This is a great story poem, Claire. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Uh, but how did Snowball seem when he eventually got back down? And, what did your husband say then? Thanks for a light-hearted and delightful story poem, and for the pictures of Snowball. I loved every minute. My best always, Joanne
This Poem was Critiqued By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2005-06-26 19:24:14
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.47826
Oh this is wonderfully hilarious. At first I thought you may have been taking your pets to be put down, or given away. I am glad you didn't. I have a house cat and he's escaped several times but always returned. There are too many wild things around here that would consider him to be a good mea. Your form in this free flowing piece is wonderful, and I just couldn't wait to get to the end to find out what happened. I loved the sense of humour especially when the vet ran his cold hands over the body. That is hilarious. One of your best. Thanks so much for posting .
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2005-06-26 16:06:52
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.87500
Claire, What goes up must come down. The pictures cute! house cat? My cat; 'Smoky' cimbs everything in sight, he's a birder, which I hate. But the mice too which is ok. You wrote this easy reading and enjoyable. The bag had me a bit worried. You know rocks in the bag into the water. It was cute personifying the cat. The doctor, wass nothing special was fun. But wait when we got home they set me free Took off the collar and leash I was on my own Pretty Girl was free and came right after me Never before did I climb a tree....I did today I sat for over an hour trying to figure how in the world I was going to get back down again........ What a big day! First day prize, now he knows there he goes! Sounds like a memorable day was had by all. Sometiimes the most simple times are the greatest! Good job Clare hugs Dellena
This Poem was Critiqued By: Duane J Jackson On Date: 2005-06-25 23:14:59
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.96774
Hi Claire, Where would this world be without the animals and the birds? Surely, they are God's gifts to mankind and often endear lves to and become vital members of our families. I can't even begin to count the number of pets I have had...from dogs to cats, frogs to pigeons, white rats, guinea pigs, etc. Unfortunately, there are some in this world who mistreat and misuse God's creatures. How arrogant they are!! This poem however is reflective of compassion to God's creatures. You and your family have done a service for being so caring. You have read the cat's mind in this one and have given it a mouth, a mind and a pen. I am sure if was independently able to write poetry, he would have written the same. The piece also has its moments of humor - 'She said I weighed nine pounds, who is she kidding, Look at all my fur', etc) It would be a good idea if you add a rhyme scheme to this one, Claire. It would add to the poetics of the piece. Thanks so much for sharing, Take care, Duane.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mandie J Overocker On Date: 2005-06-25 21:54:51
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.40541
Claire, I could just see the cat through the delightful expression you have penned here. I love the way you wrote from the cat's point of view. I have three cats and I swear they know what is up when I pull out their crates...They know where we are headed. I used to try to take them for rides just to get them accustomed to riding in the car. I even have one that seems to hold it in and leaves a present for the vet when they go to take him out of the crate...EVERYTIME! And each time i think we have made it to the vet without a the time we walk in...there's one much pretty. I am glad to hear your pets 'survived' this adventure and that they are so well taken care of. The poem flows well and reads like a story. Great job on this one... Mandie
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2005-06-25 16:27:45
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.46154
Claire, This just great, especially how you moved from sequence to sequence, not skippin a beat or loosing a thought. All questions answered, and the subject matter, well---did you do a "freaky Friday' and switch places with snowball? I thouroughly enjoyed this offering, it is nice to leave the norm and see that even our animal friends have as many ups and downs as we do. Your discriptions are right on, very colorful and you have definately captured the attitudes that must have accompanied your friends. Thanks for this delight. Lora
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