Poetic Cat Penning |
The Table Worker's Tale | |
Apology for Absence |
A Cat Show Virgin |
A Managers Tale of Woe |
A Full & Varied Life |
Mary's Blessing |
The fastest paw in town |
The Pacifist Cat |
The Queue |
What am I? |
What's in a name? |
The Table
Worker's Tale |
I'm a cat show table worker, An uncomplicated soul, To please you dear Exhibitor Is my one and only goal.
At l0am when judging starts My day of toil begins, Enough pens and files and papers To fill two rubbish bins.
I've even got Breed Numbers Guide, Council Rules and Regulations, I have practiced my diplomacy, I could calm ten warring nations.
I'm an expert in graphology To translate those judges slips And should they make an error Not a curse will pass my lips.
An Exhibitor approaches, I receive a verbal rocket, But I cannot give that class result With the slip in steward's pocket.
And so my dear Exhibitor If you approach my table With question or moan and groan I'll help you if I'm able.
So don't get mad and scream and shout, Don't stamp your foot and yell, With a pleasant 'please' or 'thank you' We'll get on very well.
Oh no! Here comes Show Manager, I'm not working, as I oughta, There'll be no three-course lunch for me, Just a crust and glass of water.
I work my way through writing cards, Rosettes and Best of Breed, I know my C.C. from my P.C., I'm determined to succeed.
My deadline time is 3pm., Come on judges - make it snappy, If I'm still waiting for results Section Manager is not happy.
Alice T Harvey ©
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The Queue |
I'm standing here face pale and drawn It's cold and damp, not long since dawn. Big butterflies invade my tum, This cat show queue just makes me glum.
I'd love a secret tot of gin Before I face this 'vetting in'. The shuffling queue, my knocking knees, The wailing of a Siamese,
Folks around me smile and chat, Now why can't I relax like that? I picture headline, "CAT EATS VET - POLICE RECAPTURE USING NET".
The queue moves forward, here's the door, I'm shown the way to Table Four The steward, cool and calm and able Disinfects formica table.
"Who have we here'?" says our young vet,
Oh dear he ain't seen nothing yet. I introduce my Tiger Lily And though to some it may sound silly When she sees man in coat so white
It triggers Lil to tiger bite. That' s why I hate this vetting in, I never know what mood Lil's in. Oh joy - she's fallen for his charms
She's like a purring babe in arms The claws stay sheathed, fate has been kind, At last my vetting in slip's signed. We enter show hall, walk on air
No blood was shed, that's all I care. The worst is over, now we're set To win a nice big red rosette, But a niggle in my mind won't budge, Will Tiger Lily eat the judge'?
Alice T. Harvey ©
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APOLOGY FOR ABSENCE |
I'm sorry I'm not here today, I'd have liked to say, "hello" But I've been a rather naughty girl
And Must miss this Durham Show. I tried to look my best for you, The smartest cat you've seen, With shining coat and shining eyes,
A classic tabby queen. But I started pulling my hair out, My front legs Went quite bald, I know I shouldn't do it, Over grooming it's been called.
The Boss says I'm neurotic, "It's a Habit," says my vet, My breeder thinks I'm broody, Would you like to place a bet? So I'm at home - relaxing,
I can eat and snooze all day, If the choice was home or show pen I know which one I'd say. Last night the Boss was talking schedules,
To myself I'd say "Beware", Better to hide behind the sofa, Pluck another tuft of hair, My gaze is quite inscrutable,
Am I smart or am I silly, I'll let you be the judge of that, But I know- Tiger Lily
Alice T. Harvey ©
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A CAT SHOW VIRGIN |
I'm going to a cat show and I think it's quite
exciting, I'm told the food's not haute cuisine but the shopping
sounds inviting. I'm going with our Aveline - she's got a
Siamese, It's long and thin and snooty and very hard to please.
It's sort of fawn with grey bits but I'm told the points are
blue, The only blue thing was the air when it piddled on my
shoe. I've not had much to do with cats - they appear to be
complex. They seem to think they own the house and are so
obsessed with sex.
Well I've come home from the cat show and what a
day it's been, There were cats there by the hundred, the most
I've ever seen. Our Aveline, she showed me up - she said she
wasn't happy, She said her Siamese was robbed and punched this
judging chappy. He fell back on his trolley, it collapsed upon
the floor, Our Aveline, with knuckles bared, said "Get up and
have some more". Show Manager came on the scene and said,
"This isn't funny", "Pack up your bags and take your cat -
this will surely cost you money" But now I see how folks get
hooked - it can be a big attraction, I'll buy a cat and boxing
gloves - I want some of the action, But Governing Council
won't approve - "Oh no, we can't have that!" So I'll stay home
with moggy pals curled up on fireside mat.
Alice T. Harvey ©
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THE PACIFIST CAT |
I'm a pacifist cat, sitting here on my mat Meditating
in front of the fire Nothing makes me show claws on my round
velvet paws Though my blood pressure may just ease higher
I have never killed birds or miaowed naughty words
I have the greatest respect for policemen And when
that ginger marauder crossed over my border I just lifted a
paw and said "Peace, man"
I never chase voles from their grassy bank holes
Though they scamper around just to taunt me And I
never poke frogs or Rottweiler dogs In case one should come
back to haunt me
Written over my door it says "Make love, not War"
But romancing a queen I find tricky Since my strongest
urge yet was to scratch at the vet Who snipped and tied bows
round my dicky
But my Achilles heel is the way that I feel At
a cat show and I must concede For me winning is vital, I must
have that title Open class "first" and of course Best of Breed
Alice T Harvey ©
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THE FASTEST PAW IN TOWN |
There is a cat of world renown Known as the fastest paw in town.
He hunts, he stalks, he kills his prey With just one swipe I've heard folks say.
No bird, no bee, no butterfly Escaped that
fearful glinting eye And then would strike that lightning paw
Alas - his victim breathed no more.
This hunter-killer cat sensation Earned a
fearsome reputation. Even dogs would run away When
Mister Mog strolled down their way.
"We must end this terror reign." Cried out
the Mayor in golden chain. "Who can help sort out this mess
I know, let's call the S.A.S."
The Army tried to catch that cat But they
failed - well fancy that! The cat crept up on their right
flank And swiped out a new Chieftain tank.
Now things were getting out of hand With
scarce a bird left in the land. The Queen proclaimed she'd
give a shilling To anyone who'd stop the killing.
A little girl with sparkling eyes Said
"Queen, I'd like to claim that prize. Come listen and my plan
I'll tell, Around cat's neck I'll hang a bell."
The cat he catches birds no more Despite
that furry lightning paw. His whereabouts the birds can tell
By listening to that jingling bell.
This nonsense rhyme I now will end With
Mister Mog the birdies' friend. His change of heart won't last
forever I know him well - his name is TREVOR!
Alice T Harvey ©
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MARY'S BLESSING |
That night when a thousand stars were bright And
one above beamed down its light I padded over the crackling
straw And made a nest with my silken paw
My body was laden, I was tired Peace for my
kittens was all I desired As the oxen breath soft-warmed the
place A couple came in dear embrace
He called her Mary, helped her lie down Suddenly
the straw became star-down Like me, she laboured all through
the night I mewed and she smiled in dawn's gold light
With gentle hand she stroked my fur Comforted
by my contented purr And ever since that day it is said An
"M" would be on a tabby's head.
Barbara Joyce ©
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I WANT TO BE LIKE ARTHUR |
I want to be like Arthur He's the hero I
admire. I know advertising cat food Is the life that I
desire.
I want to be like Arthur I'd never look a
mess My white coat would be spotless Whenever I met
the Press.
I want to be like Arthur I could be his
feline buddy There must be an occasion When he needs
an understudy
I want to be like Arthur Have the glamour
and the fame I'd have no nerves or tantrums 'Cos I
know the cat show game
I want to be like Arthur A model cat,
that's me. I'd proudly tread the catwalk Filming ads
for I.T.V.
Oh I so want to be like Arthur But I'll see
what fortune brings For now enjoy the spotlight Arthur 'Cos
Harvey's waiting in the wings.
"Harvey" Hudson ©
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What am I? |
The schedule came for Durham Show My chance of fame - I'd like to go I checked each Council S.O.P. But nothing seemed to look like me.
A Persian beauty, there's a thought But that's not me, my hair's too short Perhaps a Bombay, but alack I really have to be all black. Now Abyssinian - fur like rabbit! Do they eat lettuce'? Not my habit! This one could be me, a Manx But have my tail chopped off'? No thanks!
A Russian Blue'? That's grey I see But blue or grey just isn't me. A Siamese with svelte-like figure Oh no! My tummy's much, much bigger.
I'm not a toy so there's no muddle Those peaceful Ragdolls love a cuddle The Turkish Van likes his fur wet If he wants fish then use a net.
Perhaps the show bench ain't for me I'm special - I'm Non-Pedigree I am unique, of that I'm Proud I'm "MOGGY" let me miaow it loud. And just two things I do desire A nice full turn and cosy fire.
Alice T Harvey ©
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What's in a
name? |
My name is Tiger Lily Half of me is Oriental
I 'm a pretty classic tabby And my temperament is
gentle. I entered pussy "showbiz" In nineteen ninety
eight I did three shows and loved it Those red rosettes
were great! The judges came to handle me I 'd pose and
do my duty People stopped beside my pen And said "Oh -
isn't she a beauty!" At home I' d do things wicked Sometimes
I was not nice The Boss said I had attitude And called
me 'Moggy Spice". But then I started thinking A mind
blowing revelation I could strike a blow for show cats And
the British moggy nation. My next two shows were wonderful Each
hissing, spitting hour I showed those judges "attitude" I
showed them 'MOGGYPOWER!" They simply couldn't handle me And
though it may sound silly Think twice before you name your cat
Cos I'm truly "TIGER" Lily
Alice T. Harvey ©
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