A dog took a stick on the table
With which he would pick a spoon
To mingle leaves and water for a cat to be stable,
After fever was gone, the cat sat on a stool.
Well friend, don’t be fooled for it’s nothing but a fable!
This poem was written/submitted by Albert A. Olofinnika.

There is my beautiful creature.
Lying lazily in the window seal.
Soaking up the sunshine.
Just another lazy day for her.
My sweet precious.
I slowly take a brush and comb out her shiny fur.
She responds with a loving purr.
This poem was written/submitted by Samantha Adkins.

Having slept, the cat gets up,
yawns, goes out
to make love.

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
For then he leaps up to [...]

The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you [...]