Poems about cats

Hihi diz iz Piglett anna I wud like to askd ask dat we put poemz unner diz
headink anna Tributz unner a headink dat sayz "Tributz" Sum hoomanz tri to
saf dem anna when dey gitz all mixed up in ofther postz it iz sumtimez furry
hard ta du. Diz iz onlee a request nuffink mor.

Here is da Poem, well itself iza storie anna seemz dat no wun knowz who
aktually write itselfz. We all likez itself sinze we waz most all out cats
for komming to da grambys houze,

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the
resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating
garbage, and, shall we say, love.

The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their
effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the other
should have been was a hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side,
his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed
at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the
corner.

Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped type, except for the sores
covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders. Every time someone saw Ugly
there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat !�

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at
him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or
shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same
reaction.

If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until
you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky
body around your feet in forgiveness.

Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and
bump his head against their hands, begging for their love.

If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt,
earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor’s dogs. They did not respond
kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I
got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an
end.

As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing
and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly,
I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so
much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I
pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head,
then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct
sound of purring.

Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only for
a little affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment I thought Ugly
was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he
try to bite or scratch me, try to get away from me, or struggle in any way.
Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a
long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray
could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of
spirit, to love so totally and truly.

Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books,
lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be
thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the
inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and
deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but
for me…I will always try to be Ugly.

~ author unknown

sinze we iz reqestin, kuld efui kitte make derown hoominz not change da
subjekt line... purleze start a new fread seperate beclawz owrz soft getz
beree catfuzzled when dey iz changed... OEJ, lookin sadlee atta not so brite
soft
"Gramby" wrote in message
...
Hihi diz iz Piglett anna I wud like to askd ask dat we put poemz unner diz
headink anna Tributz unner a headink dat sayz "Tributz" Sum hoomanz tri to
saf dem anna when dey gitz all mixed up in ofther postz it iz sumtimez
furry hard ta du. Diz iz onlee a request nuffink mor.

Here is da Poem, well itself iza storie anna seemz dat no wun knowz who
aktually write itselfz. We all likez itself sinze we waz most all out
cats for komming to da grambys houze,

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was
the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting,
eating garbage, and, shall we say, love.

The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had
their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the
other should have been was a hole. He was also missing his ear on the same
side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and
had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always
turning the corner.

Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped type, except for the sores
covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders. Every time someone saw
Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat !"

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at
him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or
shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the
same reaction.

If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until
you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky
body around your feet in forgiveness.

Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and
bump his head against their hands, begging for their love.

If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your
shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor's dogs. They did not
respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. I tried to rush to his aid. By
the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was
almost at an end.

As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing
and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him
terribly, I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so
much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I
pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head,
then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the
distinct sound of purring.

Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only
for a little affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment I thought
Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once
did he try to bite or scratch me, try to get away from me, or struggle in
any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve
his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for
a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little
stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness
of spirit, to love so totally and truly.

Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books,
lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be
thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the
inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and
deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but
for me.I will always try to be Ugly.

~ author unknown

Yes, owrown howse agreez wif dis.

Rebecca

"Storrmmee" wrote in message
...
sinze we iz reqestin, kuld efui kitte make derown hoominz not change da
subjekt line... purleze start a new fread seperate beclawz owrz soft getz
beree catfuzzled when dey iz changed... OEJ, lookin sadlee atta not so
brite soft

ai ugree, n sew duz mai howse. bai da wai, da soft iz brite. yeUP.
Piglett, dat wuz sutch a sad story, et made mai mommy git wadder en hur
eyes. Luffs, Mosey


sinze we iz reqestin, kuld efui kitte make derown hoominz not change da
subjekt line... purleze start a new fread seperate beclawz owrz soft getz
beree catfuzzled when dey iz changed... OEJ, lookin sadlee atta not so
brite soft

Hihi diz iz Piglett anna I wud like to askd ask dat we put poemz unner diz
headink anna Tributz unner a headink dat sayz "Tributz" Sum hoomanz tri to
saf dem anna when dey gitz all mixed up in ofther postz it iz sumtimez
furry hard ta du. Diz iz onlee a request nuffink mor.

Here is da Poem, well itself iza storie anna seemz dat no wun knowz who
aktually write itselfz. We all likez itself sinze we waz most all out
cats for komming to da grambys houze,

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was
the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting,
eating garbage, and, shall we say, love.

The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had
their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the
other should have been was a hole. He was also missing his ear on the same
side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and
had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always
turning the corner.

Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped type, except for the sores
covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders. Every time someone saw
Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat !"

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at
him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or
shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the
same reaction.

If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until
you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky
body around your feet in forgiveness.

Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and
bump his head against their hands, begging for their love.

If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your
shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor's dogs. They did not
respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. I tried to rush to his aid. By
the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was
almost at an end.

As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing
and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him
terribly, I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so
much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I
pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head,
then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the
distinct sound of purring.

Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only
for a little affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment I thought
Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once
did he try to bite or scratch me, try to get away from me, or struggle in
any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve
his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for
a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little
stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness
of spirit, to love so totally and truly.

Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books,
lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be
thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the
inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and
deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but
for me.I will always try to be Ugly.

~ author unknown

Gud ideer.
I juzt kompozt uh pome dat I wyll reed az a
Welcome Tu Da Jellical Ball.
I rote it in reggulir English, sowz awl geztzez wyll unnerstan.
I mite translate it intu meowchat fur da portible wall.
--
Pitô.ônya

"Rebecca" wrote in message
...
Yes, owrown howse agreez wif dis.

Rebecca

"Storrmmee" wrote in message
...
sinze we iz reqestin, kuld efui kitte make derown hoominz not change
da subjekt line... purleze start a new fread seperate beclawz owrz
soft getz beree catfuzzled when dey iz changed... OEJ, lookin sadlee
atta not so brite soft

On 09/11/2011 04:50 AM, Gramby wrote:
Hihi diz iz Piglett anna I wud like to askd ask dat we put poemz unner
diz headink anna Tributz unner a headink dat sayz "Tributz" Sum hoomanz
tri to saf dem anna when dey gitz all mixed up in ofther postz it iz
sumtimez furry hard ta du. Diz iz onlee a request nuffink mor.

Here is da Poem, well itself iza storie anna seemz dat no wun knowz who
aktually write itselfz. We all likez itself sinze we waz most all out
cats for komming to da grambys houze,

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was
the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting,
eating garbage, and, shall we say, love.

The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had
their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the
other should have been was a hole. He was also missing his ear on the
same side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time,
and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always
turning the corner.

Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped type, except for the
sores covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders. Every time
someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat !”

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at
him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes,
or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had
the same reaction.

If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked
until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl
his lanky body around your feet in forgiveness.

Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically
and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love.

If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your
shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor’s dogs. They did not
respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. I tried to rush to his aid.
By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad
life was almost at an end.

As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him
wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting
him terribly, I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so
much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I
pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his
head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the
distinct sound of purring.

Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only
for a little affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment I
thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen.
Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, try to get away from me, or
struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me
to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him
for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed
little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true
pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.

Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books,
lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always
be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on
the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly
and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful,
but for me…I will always try to be Ugly.

~ author unknown



Weez relli luvs dat Ugly stori! MLB & TuTu

we duz awzo fur da same rezun da gramby's howze sayed, spekallee me anna
tiger, Trudi sad
"MLB" wrote in message
...
On 09/11/2011 04:50 AM, Gramby wrote:
Hihi diz iz Piglett anna I wud like to askd ask dat we put poemz unner
diz headink anna Tributz unner a headink dat sayz "Tributz" Sum hoomanz
tri to saf dem anna when dey gitz all mixed up in ofther postz it iz
sumtimez furry hard ta du. Diz iz onlee a request nuffink mor.

Here is da Poem, well itself iza storie anna seemz dat no wun knowz who
aktually write itselfz. We all likez itself sinze we waz most all out
cats for komming to da grambys houze,

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was
the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting,
eating garbage, and, shall we say, love.

The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had
their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the
other should have been was a hole. He was also missing his ear on the
same side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time,
and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always
turning the corner.

Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped type, except for the
sores covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders. Every time
someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat !”

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at
him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes,
or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had
the same reaction.

If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked
until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl
his lanky body around your feet in forgiveness.

Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically
and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love.

If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your
shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor’s dogs. They did not
respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. I tried to rush to his aid.
By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad
life was almost at an end.

As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him
wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting
him terribly, I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so
much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I
pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his
head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the
distinct sound of purring.

Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only
for a little affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment I
thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen.
Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, try to get away from me, or
struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me
to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him
for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed
little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true
pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.

Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books,
lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always
be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on
the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly
and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful,
but for me…I will always try to be Ugly.

~ author unknown



Weez relli luvs dat Ugly stori! MLB & TuTu