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Aaahaa, Rupert you seem to be aquainted with our cat to, except he don't use a plastic pouch to stick or clean his teeth, our cat uses a giant plastic scrubbing brush, that has seen better days, you move it and he sticks his teeth in you. Absolutley briiliant, I can really relate to that poem :smitten:
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Great poem Rupert - Talking bout cats this cat was named after one of my ancestors

Sir Thomas

Good morning Sir Thomas
You’re looking exceptionally bright
Lazing in the sun by day
Go from room to room at night

You are elegantly handsome
And so immaculately groomed
There’s no need for adornment
Or be expensively perfumed

Serving you breakfast at 9 am
Pull back blinds to let in fresh air
You rag -doll cat with your azure eyes
See you’re already purring there

Widening his bright blue eyes
In an a relaxed cool hard stare
Takes in the creme de la creme
There is nothing surprising there

Settling down his eyes all aglow
Like an organ he starts to whirr
Till gradually Sir Thomas becomes
One deep and rumbling purr.

He rubs himself against my leg
When at last from the table above
A saucer is set down for him –
How he wallows in such love.

Hunching over the saucer’s rim,
His whiskers white as white can be
His tail lies flat and a brown tipped paw
Is tucked under each curve of knee.

His body folds in a relaxing heap –
In the depth of the wide arm-chair
There he lies in a dreaming sleep
Of eating fish an excellent fare

The time we‘ve left together now
Will be treasured like the past
Sir Thomas will always be there
To give his love till the very last
 
Beryl, you have a life of luxury. Our blue eyed ragdoll starts his day at 6 sharp...or else. Jasper aka Jappi Japtor.

He may go limp when you pick him up but everything else about him is definately assertive.
 
HI RUPERT,
I READ YOUR POEM S AND THEY ARE GOOD,I CAN TELL YOU ARE A PET LOVER,
BY YOU WRITING ABOUT CATS AND DOGS ,
I DO LIKE CATS MY SELF, I LIKE THE CLEVER ONES ,
WE HAVE GOT A BIG, BIG BLACK CAT , WHEN THE AMBULANCE DRIVER
CAME TO OUR HOUSE , HE SHOUTED TO HIS MATE A FRED ,
LOOK AT THIS CAT IT LOOKS A BIG DONKEY,
ANY WAY WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAYWAS .

THERE ARE MYTHS ABOUT BLACK CATS ,DO YOU KNOW.
1,A RESTLESS CAT MEANS A STORM IS BREWING.
2, WHEN A CATLICKS ITS TAIL, RAIN IS COMING.
3, IF YOU THROW A CAT OVER BOARD, THER,,LL BE A STORM AT SEA.
4, NEVER KICK A CAT OR YOU,LL GET RHEUMATISM.
5 IF A CAT MEOWS ON BOARD SHIP IT WILL BE A DIFFICULT TRIP.
6,IT,S GOOD LUCK TO HAVE YOUR FAMILY CAT AT YOUR WEDDING.
7, WHEN A CAT PUTS IT,S TAIL TOWARDS THE FIRE, RAIN IS COMING .
8, WHEN A CAT LICKS ITSELF CLEAN, IT MEANS FAIR WEATHER,
RAIN OR COMPANY .
ALL THE BEST RUPERT , BE LUCKY , BEST WISHES ASTONIAN .;;;;
 
HI RUPERT , ITS ME AGAIN
JUST ONE MORE THING, DID YOU KNOW
THE ANCIENT EGYPTIANS ,
BELIEVED CATS WERE SACRED ;
THEY BUILT TEMPLES FOR THEM
AND BURRIED THEM IN GOLD COFFIN,S
 
Well, we don't exactly have a temple but the cat has his own condo where he goes to eat and sleep. Stops the dog from woofing down the cats food. Funny though they both share the same water hole even though we put water for the cats use only.
 
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