Ninja Comforted by Timmy

This video was two weeks ago. I thought it odd that Timmy was paying such attention to Ninja the way he was and grabbed the camera. Ninja didn't growl and hiss at Timmy either. They were not the best of friends, but here it seemed there was a closeness. I didn't understand how sick Ninja was. But, apparently Timmy did.



               ...............Rest in Peace Beloved Ninja............

Ninja Cat and Friend

A cat will be your friend, but never your slave.

~~~Theophile Gautier

Tasty Mousie!

In my mouth
that's where he belongs,
or dancing on my paws, tight in claws,
or flipped in the air, tossed so high
I smack him across the room,
my best friend, Mousie.

Caught in a corner somewhere,
we play hide and seek.
"I found you! I found you!" I mew,
when I hear him squeak.
Oh, my mousie, my favorite thing!

I drop him into my water bowl
he might be thirsty, you know.
or maybe he'd like to swim
I sniff my mousie and lick him,
and take a nibble or two.
but I wont eat him.
I'd have no one to play with,
I would miss him. Wouldn't you?

I like to carry him tightly in my teeth
and hide him beneath the curtains,
under the rocking chair
or by the front door.
So, when people come in
they squeal in surprise.
I think they like mousie as much as I.

But, I don't want to share.
I take him behind the sofa
where he can sleep
way in the back to safely keep,
so the others won't find him,
and they never do.

Mousie has hard little eyes
a missing tail,
scrunched up fur
all sticky from play.
He has no more whiskers
I don't know where his ears went.
They just disappeared one day.
Really, and truly. I didn't eat them. I swear!
They must be hiding somewhere over there.

In the middle of night,
with the moon shining bright,
we are alone, Mousie and me.
Running back and forth we play joyously.
Leaping and scrabbling across the floor
we tear up rugs, throw pillows with glee.
Then, slide into the kitchen, where he hides
under the fridge just out of reach.
I stretch, and poke until my friend
is in my clutches again.

All tired out, I carry mousie
to my bed, roll on top of him
to hide him, protect him
to get myself comfy
and purr him to sleep.
I dream of him and I playing.
Oh, how I love my Mousie!

A Poem by Spyder
help with spelling and vocabulary by Miss E

Dances with Cats

We had good intrestting time da other day when Miss E went away, we had a Purrty with da catnips.

I don't like catnips, but I likes ta see when Bambi and Ninja has catnips. They funny and like ta play.

We had other cats come ta our garden for catnips, too. One, his name White Paw, him was funny Mancat.

Him jump up on our fence and dance around and then, just like majik he open gate.

Him sniffing and eating catnips he dancing all over da place. Very funny!

I likes Mr. White Paw. Hope we sees him dance again.

And then a doggie come in yard.

I wanted to be furrends with him, but Ninja and Bambi said wait. Now is not the time.

But, funny thing happen.

Today the doggie come back and Miss E find him.

She bring him inside and say he is lost puppy doggie. He scared of Ninja and Bambi, but not scared of me. So, Humfree and me is now good furrends.

We cants keep him so Miss E gots to take him to shelter so his purrsons can find him and take home.

I hopes I see my Humfree furrend again soon.