Schrödinger’s cat –
whose name, by the way, was Milo –
was put into an unenviable situation.
Schrödinger really shouldn’t
have put Milo into a box.
How Schrödinger would have complained
if a cat had put him into a box;
but, it probably would have been
a cardboard box.
Beware, as the cow flies,
keep watch, observe the skies,
carry an umbrella,
protect your eyes.
.
That’s not a barrage balloon,
it’s a aeronautical creature
aiming for the Moon.
.
Wearing a jumper
to keep out the cold,
a space-bound cow
is something to behold.
.
And if a cow
should jump over the Moon,
who would have the last laugh,
cat, boy, fiddle, dish, or spoon?
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With a dog by my side,
and as my cat licks my head,
I guess it’s safe to say,
‘Another 10 minutes in bed!’
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One day, last July,
Polly put the kettle on –
it didn’t suit her.
Polly once asked me,
‘Shall I put the kettle on?’
I do miss that cat.
Cats always know. A phrase designed to cause controversy?
Cats know lots of things, obviously one can learn a lot in nine lives;
even though cats, on average,
would seem to get through a life
every couple of years or so,
they rack up the knowledge
that is relevant to a cat.
I’ve never seen a cat
on Mastermind,
but I think that
watching a cat looking smug
in a black chair for two minutes…
‘Well, I’ve started my snooze,
so I’ll finish!’
Where would it all end?
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‘Rat-a-tat-tat!’ said the cat.
.
‘Are you calling me tatty?’ asked Ratty.
.
‘No. I just want to come in.’ replied Cat.
.
‘And once you’re in, you’ll want to go out.’ added Ratty.
.
‘Yes.’ affirmed the cat. ‘It’s what I do.’
.
Ratty opened the door. Cat came in. Ratty closed the door.
.
‘I’ll just wait here by the door then, shall I?’ asked Ratty, dryly.
.
‘If you would.’ purred Cat. And to herself, ‘It’s so nice having servants.’
.
Ratty’s eyes followed the retreating Cat.
.
The acrobat just listened and silently watched, whilst hanging upside down from a beam.
I wandered lonely
as a cat,
going here and there,
doing this and that,
when all at once
I foresaw a nap –
after all,
I am a cat.
I drew a picture of a dog…
or a cow;
and, now,
I don’t know whether
it will squeak or miaow.
There once was a cat name of Sophie,
who entered a race, won a trophy;
she was fast on her feet,
all the others did beat—
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