Sunday, September 21, 2025

Bad Poetry: Twelve Kittens Bold

This week's excuse for lateness is that Chrome popped up a demand to "Verify it's you" and then crashed. I don't know whether the attacker was an individual criminal or Microsoft. 


(Yes, she's adoptable! "Cindy" has been at the Kingsport, Tennessee, shelter for a while.)

This week's prompt from the Poets & Storytellers United asked poets and storytellers to post a response to a previous prompt, perhaps (among other suggestions) "What soothes you?"

At a Cat Sanctuary, you know the answer to that has to involve a purring cat.


Over the weekend I was sitting on the porch, holding a purring cat. Drudge is now a young adult cat but still very much a lap kitten who likes to be petted whenever possible. I hadn't been listening to an old English rhyme Steeleye Span used to sing, but I found a sort of parody of it coming to mind...I never did write down the alleged exploits of their "twelve witches bold," but it was easy to think of some possibilities for cats. 

Oh there were twelve kittens bold,
They all lived in the North,
And their equals were not seen
On the face of the Earth.
Purr and meow, meow and purr,
Oh the pretty kitty fur.

The first cat, it could catch
Any gnawing rat or mouse.
The second cat kept order:
No odors in the house!
The third cat made its humans laugh
With a roll and a bounce,
And the fourth cat caught a cricket
Whenever it did pounce.
The fifth cat charmed its humans' hearts
With a musical purr,
And the sixth cat had beautiful
Calico fur.
The seventh cat would come
When it heard humans call,
And the eighth cat hardly left
The doorstep at all.
The ninth cat would report
When anyone came nigh,
And the tenth cat could jump
Full three yards high.
The eleventh cat reared kittens
Until they were full grown,
And the twelfth cat, it could leave
Little garden plants alone.

So of these twelve kittens bold,
Who all came from the North,
The equals were not seen
On the face of the Earth.

Drudge seemed to have a general idea that this referred to ideals for him and Serena, but the whole song seemed beyond his vocabulary. He understands a few words. Not many. 
 
I hope this moment of whimsy will help to soothe someone Out There who needs soothing.

If you need FURther soothing, please check here on Tuesday morning for the winners of this web site's photo contest for adorable adoptable cats (and dogs). In honor of Adopt the Least Adoptable Pets Week we'll meet the cats and dogs who have been in shelters longest in places near NYC, DC, and Atlanta, and the photo contest winners of the same physical type. As always, pet photos are for sharing everywhere; this web site assumes that you already live with animals and encourages you to show the photos to people who don't. As always, while many Petfinder animals are living in private "foster homes" so prospective adopters will meet only the one animal at a time, others are in shelters where it's quite likely that other animals, who weren't photographed so well, are even more appealing. All to the
good. The position of this web site is, the more animals out of shelters and in purrmanent homes, the better.

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