Cooper the Cattledog here on the couch contemplating the nature of cats while I have a quiet moment.


A Quiet Moment on the Couch

Two years ago now two cats came to live at my house. Being a herding dog, I felt it my duty to herd them. Sometimes of course I had to chase them to get them back where they belonged. That was totally misinterpreted. I do not do that anymore (well almost never).

Little by little I’ve learned that cats don’t herd very well… it’s a failing of theirs. Cats have all sorts of strange habits too. As I was contemplating on the couch, I remembered a poem Mom read us when Jack was researching one of his posts. It puts things into catspective so to speak.

Cats sleep fat and walk thin.
Cats, when they sleep, slump;
When they wake, pull in –
And where the plump’s been
There’s skin.
Cats walk thin.

Cats wait in a lump,
Jump in a streak.
Cats, when they jump, are sleek
As a grape slipping its skin-
They have technique.
Oh, cats don’t creak.
They sneak.

Cats sleep fat.
They spread comfort beneath them
Like a good mat,
As if they picked the place
And then sat.
You walk around one
As if he were City Hall
After that.

If male,
A cat is apt to sing upon a major scale:
This concert is for everybody, this
Is wholesale.
For a baton, he wields a tail.

(he is also found,
When happy, to resound
With an enclosed and private sound.)

A cat condenses.
He pulls in his tail to go under bridges,
And himself to go under fences.
Cats fit
In any box or kit;
And if a large pumpkin grew under one,
He could arch over it.

When everyone else is just ready to go out,
The cat is just ready to come in,
He’s not where he’s been.
Cats sleep fat and walk thin.

By Rosalie Moore

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Cats are so confusing to me. It’s almost as if they are from outer space. In fact, Jack Cat goes into the bathroom and mee-owls into a corner… I’m pretty sure he’s reporting in to his alien cohorts. I wonder what their spaceship looks like.

I think that’s a subject for another contemplative moment on the couch considering cats.

~Quiet Cooper~


18 thoughts on “Q: Quiet Time for Cat Contemplation on the Couch”

  1. Did you write that poem? wow..its great and I love the picture, such a relaxed pose, I have to admit my doggies aren’t allowed on the sofa or us humans would never get any space x

  2. Oh Dear Cupcake, that’s terrible! The worst I ever get is hisses and spits from Buffy. Jack only kisses me on the nose (yuck). Hang in there and be brave. ~Cooper

  3. Thank you Miss Paricia. Perhaps that is the problem. As Mom’s protector I consider myself as part of the staff. Maybe we are simply trying to determine which staff does what. Thank you for commenting and giving me such a nice compliment. ~Cooper

  4. Dakota, did you grow up with cats? Perhaps that is the difference between us. Cats were forced upon me… I’m glad to hear you and your kitty brother are friends. I herd Mom when it’s dinnertime. She’s always at her computer when Dad’s ready to cook. Big Sigh. What would she do without me? ~Cooper

  5. I live with a kitty too but he and I are BEST friends! I am also a herding dog, but I only herd my kitty brother at snack times and meal times. Barks and licks and love, Dakota

  6. Well, it has been said that dogs have owners and cats have staff. Perhaps that helps to explain their general attitude . Love the poem that also explains a cat’s life. Carry on, Cooper; you’re doing fine.

  7. Looking handsome, Cooper. I love that hanging-down-leg. It shows true relaxation. I agree with you that cats are aliens. Around here they hide under cars and jump out and run unexpectedly. I am pretty sure they’re trying to kill me.

    Love and licks,

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