Cat poem for fall

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This picture is actually of Murray, and the poem was written about him. But as I was trying to get a poetry collection together, the name “Tigger” seemed to fit this poem better. I did have a cat named Tigger when I was a child. He was the only offspring of our cat, Thomasina, who we kept. For awhile. Until Thomasina decided it was time for him to leave the nest.

This is fall in Indiana in my neighborhood. I wish I could have snapped a picture of Murray being his crazy leaf-chasing tornado self. He looks rather staid here.

 

 

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About Judith L. Roth

When I was about ten, it occurred to me that books are written by people and I was a person. I could create my favorite things–I could write books! I got a B.A. in English. My first poem was accepted for publication before I graduated. I had some success with poetry, but my real dream was to write fiction for children. My first fiction piece was accepted about 25 years after the first submission. Things you might want to know about me: I know how to persevere. I’m a third-generation California native, living in Indiana. I have two remarkable sons who are now young men,and a husband who’s supported my writing for over three decades. I love cats and currently have three of them. I love being near water–oceans, lakes, rivers all work for me. Chocolate is probably my biggest downfall. I’m exceptionally curious. (Or nosy, as my family calls it.)

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  1. I love your metaphors, especially comparing his smooth tail to “bursts into a bottle brush”. I can see that, which is great imagery! I live in upstate NY and today we received snow! Yes, it is early. One of my cats, Tigeress looked out the window at the snow and didn’t even go near the opened door. Lovee and Chip ventured out, but came in a little while later to take a cat nap. A few hours later Chip wanted to go outside again-brave boy, who is the biggest and most scared cat. He bounded into the garage, ran out the side door and stopped dead in a crouch like a statue, when he saw three inches of snow on the driveway. He stared for about a minute, then looked at me. I said, “I told you there was a lot of snow.”

    Cats are so much fun!

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