Does she have to?
Looking up
Reaching out
Claws extended
A cat smile on her face
Eyes start to close
Claws in
Pull and stretch away from me
Claws graze my knee
through the cloth
Of my trousers
Tail waving in joy
Then off to seek food!
My knee!
Tag: Claws
What is it?
I think it’s a crab eating a shell? I want to do a painting of a crab as a late Christmas present. Basically I didn’t get my act together in time for a birthday present and then I promised to do it as a Christmas gift, and now look what’s happened! It’s been a hard year for me physically and mentally and I don’t seem to have the capacity to do things like I used to.
I must stop moaning and get on with things. But if you get a Christmas card off me in mid January, let me apologise now! X
Cat again
Cat made up of tiny purple hearts.
He looks on happily
Proud and smug
He’s the boss
Whiskered and neat
Pure white feet
Sneaked out today
Lying in the neighbours yard
In the bright, late summer sun.
Wouldn’t come when called.
Puncture wounds?
In hubby’s arms
Cats claws leave scars
But he is safe.
Vets bill again
Tomorrow.
Claws and whiskers
Reaching, stretching, paws up, claws out. But he’s only saying hello.
Just look at those whiskers, able to twitch and feel. Helps with moving around in the dark. Used to check a space is wide enough to get through. Pushed forward when he’s interested in something, sniffing and smelling his food or a cat nip toy.
Claws ready to knead and pull, to show he loves you by ‘poddling’. A happy cat….
Archaeological dog walking?
Not with those soles!
This was a patch of concrete or cement on the pavement next to a telecommunications box. Maybe someone in forensics could date these soles, their size, the weight of the person? The dog print looks like it’s a large dog, big claws on it. And the crack, did that happen because there are tree roots below it? Why stand on this? I wonder if it was deliberate.
Claws
He’s having a good stretch. I just have to say hup and he reaches up with his paws and rubs my hand with his head. My other cats are really loving too, but he is most friendly. But boy, if he catches you with his claws they come sharp!
Fur, whiskers and claws. Cats are wonderful creatures.
This face
This face
was chasing a spider,
five minutes ago.
This face
stole the beef
off my sandwich
this face
pushes her nose
in my face
when I’m sleeping,
pushes her paws
under the bedsheets.
Beware the claw!
This face
loves my knees,
that’s why
she reaches up
and puts her claws in them.
This face,
so bright, so cute, so sweet!
Cats
You can’t escape them. If they want to climb up your leg and stick their claws in, or jump across the room to get on your shoulder? Then they will spring athletically with powerful muscles and grip on like grim death!
Food? You want to share? No… But they look at you with those great big eyes and you are hypnotised. But they are such good companions (which means when it suits them, not you) it’s amazing how a three to four kilo animal can pin down a human, who then apologises when the time comes to move them. Dead weight? Surely cats weigh more!
Cats have their own minds. They don’t like being controlled. You can’t pick them up if they don’t want to be. They squirm, and watch out for the claws!
They have their skills, catching rodents. But why do they have to leave you a ‘little gift?’ that cartoon image of a mouse with crosses for eyes springs to mind.
Greet the cat
He’s sitting on a towel on the back of the settee. As I pass he stretches on his back and paws reach out, sometimes snagging my tee-shirt as I walk past. Off for a quick snack and a drink in the kitchen then he lies down, Curls up, nose under paw, tail wrapped round. Warm, happy, comfy…. I wish I was a cat!
So you want to read the paper hooman?
Don’t dare think you can read this
Tis mine not yours I say!
Tis my bed and I’ll lie on it
So just you go away!
I’ll not let hooman near it,
My claws are sharp and curved.
My comfort is important.
No I’ll not be moved today!
(she got off and walked away!)
Mallaband-Brown 