The Crigofelt Cat – NaPoWriMo – April 17, 2014

Crigofelt Cat – Fun Poem

The crigofelt cat
moves through the alleys of Brildo
avoiding the people
as they shimmer by …

Like wet water puddles
after a day of heavy rain
they shimmer on the streets
through nights and days …

The prettier members
of these particular cats
seem like sunlit water
of pure golden hue …

Usually tawny
they’re like dirty mud puddles
until they retake their form
then they’re soft balls of fur …

They’re the softest of cubbys
that have even been found
so people will cuddle them
for hours at a time …

If you are alone
they’re attracted to you
as to young children
whom they often adopt …

(Not from any egotistical reasons
as scientists would like you to believe
but because of their loving nature
they know healing they give …)

So next when you visit old Brildo town
be careful … don’t jump in the puddles
they may be water puddles
or again then,  they may not!

© g.s.koch


A species of cat that can only be found in the city of Brildo.  They appear like other types of cats, but they move like puddles of liquid.  People try not to step in them, but it’s very difficult.  If you do then you will find claw marks on your shoes or foot.  Best not to walk around barefoot.  In cat form, the Crigofelt are incredibly soft and love to cuddle.  Nobody knows where they came from, but these creatures will ‘adopt’ a family.  Scientists have noted that the targets are primarily people who live alone and families with small children.  It is rumored that they live off body heat, which is why they love hugging.

© Charles Yallowitz


Oskar Wild – April 8, 2014

Nikita Veprikov

Nikita Veprikov

Oskar Wild – Nonsense Poem

Oskar Wild
was his name
though wild
he was not
should have been Homer
as in Simpson
for he was
so lazy and
a lover of food.
When I think
of his tastes,
an ascetic
he was not.
He laid like a pasha
on his pillow and yawned
when he came from his wanderings
sometime around dawn…

I once saw a painting
of a kitty like him …
it sat on a pillow
the ravages
of Dorian Grey …
he looked quite the Rimbaud
in a room hung with grapes
with fishy wall paper
and a flute in his face
he wore a red scarf,
he was quite a dandy
and a key hung from a tripod
on a broken golden chain …

I know not the meaning
of that painting my friends
and the cat was quite furless
as naked as sin,
Oskar was fluffy
though in all else he resembled
the cat
in the portrait
I saw somewhere one day,
and so,  thought of him.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge – second try.

The Lost Cat – Flash Fiction


The Lost Cat


“Hello James..I’m looking for Mitzy, you haven’t seen her have you?” Jessica asked her next door neighbor.  Mitzy was her 3-year-old black Persian mixed cat.  She hadn’t come home in the evening and Jessica was becoming anxious.

“Nope!” James replied laconically.  He hated cats and in particular he detested Mitzy, who seemed to favor his rose bushes as her out-house.

That afternoon, Mitzy had still not shown up.  Jessica started looking through her photos and picked one of Mizty in a regal pose.  She made a poster with a word processing program, then grabbed her jacket and started going to all her neighbors and the near-by shops in her area.

Three days passed without any news.  Then one evening, as Jessica was sitting out on the lawn with James enjoying the first warm evening of the season, the heard a tired meow.

Jessica jumped up. Trying to identify from where the sound was coming.  James too was curious.  It seemed to come from the sky at large…somewhere near the old abandoned house across from where they had their homes.


A man, driving by,  almost ran Jessica over as she began to dash across the street too distracted for natural caution.  He jumped out of his car after screeching to a halt and began to shout!

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?  You could get killed that way!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry…my cat went missing a few days ago and now I though I heard her call from that old house.”

“Well to quote Kafka: ‘you should give up looking for lost cats and start searching for your shadow.’ but most of all look both ways before you cross a street!”

Again there it was…the feeble meow.

All three of them now went over to the old abandoned house.  A window was open on the third floor and from the window:: meow!

The man offered to go call the fire department or police.  James felt however that there was no time, so he ran over to his house and got a ladder.

The ladder was just high enough to take him to the second floor balcony that went all across the front of the house.  He pulled up the ladder and continued his climb without the benefit of someone holding it for him.  He got into the window.  The meowing continued plaintively.

Once in the house he couldn’t see much, but followed the sound.  There she was, trapped under a fallen crate!

James was aware that the cat was afraid and probably would bolt once he tried to free her and so would be lost again.  So he trudged down the stairs and tried to find a way to open a door to the outside.

“Is she ok?” asked Jessica when she heard James behind the door.

“She seems fine, she’s trapped and I think it’s better you try to free her rather than me.  She’ll probably run away.”

He couldn’t find anyway to open the door, but there was a window just on the porch near the door.  He unlatched it and let Jessica and the man who’d nearly run her over into the house.

Up the stairs Jessica ran behind James.  When she saw the crate and Mitzy trapped she ran to it and whispered Mitzy’s name.  The cat’s cry became a howl!  The men picked up the heavy crate whilst Jessica pulled Mitzy to her.

James pulled his ladder into the house and they all trudge down the stairs, through the window and back over the road to Jessica’s house.  Where she prepared a large meal for Mitzie and cocktails for James and Michael their new friend.

Funny, Mitzy never dug at James’ rose bushes after her adventure.


This was written for “Quotespiration Challenge” Week 1 The quote to be used is:

“What I think is this:


you should give up looking for lost cats and start


searching for your shadow.” –


from Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami

Ooops…Help! I’m under the influence of Loki!

Hello everyone.  I don’t know what’s come over me, I mean, yes from time to time I do have silly streaks..

This morning…I received this gift from my sister, Sekhmet loved it:

Have you seen the scary snow man yet?

What about kitties in a tree….

But this has got to be one of the funniest I’ve seen yet!

Ok…let me get back to work, I’ve fooled around this morning!

T. S. Eliot: The naming of Cats

I had guests on Tuesday…a friend named Matteo (which means the gift of god, which one isn’t quite clear,  I think he’s Loki’s gift) who is an Ubuntu enthusiast, his wife and another friend.  Preparing dinner I put “Cats” on the computer and enjoyed for the umpteenth bazillioneth time that fantastic ballet and musical.

From Bookmarked! Click the pic to go to the site!

From Bookmarked! Click the pic to go to the site!

T. S. Eliot wrote a lovely book of poetry entitled: Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats. And of course “Cats” is the stage version of this great poem.  This comes from his book, and below you can hear him reading it.

Courtesy of Wikipedia

Courtesy of Wikipedia

The Naming of Cats

by T. S. Eliot

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo, or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey –
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames –
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter –
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular,
A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride –
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkstrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover –
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

(I had to giggle at all the “mistakes” WordPress wants me to correct in this poem!)

Let’s not forget this lovely song and scene:

Have a great day!


Poem: The Black Cat’s Vacation

Cat's Vacation b_wWell…on Monday We Drink Because We Are Poets decided on an original prompt:  present a handwritten poem…well original for 2013 anyway!  I’m afraid that between one thing and another, I forgot to send anything in.  I think it was Freudian actually as I prefer to type than to write. Anyway, Sahm said I was still in time, so here is an old drawing I did many long years ago, I scanned it then wrote out a poem about the Black Cat’s Vacation…hmmm…should have been Black Cats’ Vacation, but who’s going to squeal on me…

This is the original drawing:

Black Cat's VacationWell, as you can see, it’s pretty old and I framed it and wrote the title today with Picasa!