Kibble Dreams

Silently formed a kitty clowder,

till suddenly they became much louder.

Rache the cat - don't mess with her.

Lest she calls the clan for armour.

Equipped with weapons - ever more.

That's why they mine the precious ore.

With sapiens they've declared war.

And dream of violent ruddy gore.

The carnage will be most dramatic,

Men revert to cowering frantic.

In her mind, such a fanatic.

But just a cat - so no such antic.

Kibble inspired dreams are sick!

J.A.Scott

Posting A Cat

Good morning friend,

where are you at?

I see you've already

posted your cat.

I'm not so good,

my car had a flat.

Oh there you are,

'nother post with a cat.

I was fired today,

how about that?

A third post from you?

It's not even your cat.

Then my house was egged

by that neighbourhood brat.

Yet I see you've found

that grumpy ol' cat.

Tripped in the dark

and I fell down flat.

As you posted a video.

It's a ninja cat!

I'm now ready for bed,

It's time I should scat.

you'll likely stay up
posting Garfield the cat.

J.A. Scott 

Schrödinger's Cat

There was a boy named Schrödinger
twas madly, deep in love.
Yet refused to tell his cherished
lest her affection he's unworthy of.

He postulated within his head,
a wild and fantastic notion.
He hoped it would ease his mind,
though played upon his every emotion.

If he would keep his secret safe,
both love and hate were true.
To many this would sound quite daft,
but you know he thought this through.

'What hurts the most', he often thought
'that which makes me so irate',
'knowing she detests my soul'
'everything about me she does hate'.

But then again, do not forget.
his theory oh so clever.
Unless he were to share his feelings
she would love him, just forever.

His cat eyed him suspiciously,
no one more did it disdain.
It cocked its head as if to say,
'You're really quite insane.'

J.A.Scott