#AtoZChallenge: C

C is for Charles Thomas Catkins, my ginger cat.



You look like a little fox

with your pointed face

and bushy tail.

Your tail, which you hold

so daintily in your white paw;

Your tail, which you groom

so patiently with your pink tongue.

My gingernut cat,

your golden eyes are pools of love.

Your soft white belly fur would look

beautiful round the wrists of some leather gloves.


And, because I forgot to add her to yesterday’s post, B is for Boris-Doris, my grumpy creamsicle (C is for) cat.


Small White Cat

Why do you look so cross, Boris-Doris?

Are you constantly plotting

my death,

sharpening your claws so you can slit my throat

with one gentle gesture?

And Boris-Doris,

why do you never purr?

Why does your meow sound so peevish,

like you’re listing all the wrongs

ever done to you?

Little Boris-Doris,

what happened to the kitten who stood on my shoulder

and played with my hair?

Is she still there?

Caturday: Millions of Meows

millions of cats


I love cats but I don’t think I could cope with millions of them. Who could! Imagine them all bringing gifts of dead birds and toads and tree shrews!

Caturday: Mog


She really needs no introduction.

Caturday: He is a Cat!

Here are sixteen depictions of the nameless feline protagonist of Natsume Soseki’s I Am a Cat.


Caturday: The Big Cat


Today’s cat is from one of my favourite picture books of all time: Lane Smith’s The Big Pets. As the title suggests, the pets in this book are large, and not just regular-large, they’re as big as houses! On some nights, the children and their animals go to special places to play. The cats head to the Milk-Pool or the Scratching Forest, or the place where the ‘Stringy Vines tease’. The dogs and their children frolic in the Bone Gardens; and in the Grassy Plains, the pet snakes roll and tumble.

And on some extra special nights, there is an entire milky way to play in …