"Cat Stalking a Butterfly" by John Woodhouse AudubonCat Poems by Gigi Ryan The Society May 18, 2025 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 17 Comments . Sally November rains brought to our basement door From the woods some pleading, needy eyes Staring from a fur mass, soaking wet. Our catless home (about to be no more) Welcomed her and tended to her cries. By Providence we had ourselves a pet. I don’t recall why Sally was her name. It seemed to suit her. She could do no harm For the poor thing had none of her claws. No wonder she was starving. Who could blame Her for putting on her feline charm. We fell for her. Her tiny gentle paws Moved daintily around our home by day. By night she curled up at my feet and slept. Our children came along; she was their friend. We couldn’t know her age; she was a stray. We never did feel sorry that we kept The cat until her stoic bitter end. She sat upon the arm of my son’s chair And kept him company while he did math. They didn’t speak a word but understood Each other so it seemed. He was not spared The price of love when our dear Sally passed— The grave he dug returned her to the woods. . . Bob Discovered on the highway by my son Who couldn’t keep them as he was in school The little kittens soon became our own. We nurtured them until they were full grown. However cats born wild have their own rules And two took off and we had only one. Now Bob was wise and stuck around our farm He made peace with our dog and killed the mice. He even brought to my back door a rat. I know it was a gift of love. A cat Does not about indecency think twice (Or once!) He did not mean to cause alarm. One winter it was colder than the norm. Though his coat was thick my pity rose. He ignored the house I made for him And one day I just simply let him in. He is a good farm cat, I feel I owe Him wintertime that’s cozy, snug, and warm. . . The 5 AM Finale My pussycat typhoonies (Before their all day snoozies) Get early morning zoomies And chase around the roomies Imaginary goonies. They pass out rather woozy As if they have been boozy. My feline fluffy floofies Are neither lush nor loonie, But keep me from the gloomies, The moodies, and the broodies. . . Gigi Ryan is a wife, mother, grandmother, and home educator. She lives in rural Tennessee. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. ***Read Our Comments Policy Here*** 17 Responses Roy Eugene Peterson May 18, 2025 Gigi, I enjoyed your cat poems immensely, although their short lifespan saddens us. You encouraged me to possibly attempt to publish some of my own poems about cats including one about a Chinchilla Persian that I purchased in a pet market near Red Square in Moscow. I can see how much you loved and cared for the strays that came to your farm. Reply Gigi Ryan May 19, 2025 Dear Roy, Thank you for commenting. I do hope you publish your cat poems. What a great gift it would be to a cat lover. Each cat is as individual as a poem. Gigi Reply James A. Tweedie May 19, 2025 Gigi, If, in English, the word “dog” translates as “faithful friend,” the word “cat” must surely translate as “supreme ruler.” For owners, this inherent status renders “their majesties” as being either insufferable, immeasurably dull, endearingly amusing or “all of the above.” The latter observation is best enjoyed by those who understand and embrace the necessary obsequious deference expected of them as royal subjects. Your lovely poems clearly show that you are one of these who know their proper place! Thanks for giving us a glimpse into the essence of what “cathood” is all about! Reply Gigi Ryan May 19, 2025 Dear James, Indeed I could give many more examples of knowing my place amount my favored felines. I am glad you enjoyed these tokens of my love for them. Gigi Reply James Sale May 19, 2025 Personally, I love cats and so these poems speak to me; the ending of Sally is outstanding: “He was not spared The price of love when our dear Sally passed— The grave he dug returned her to the woods.” Thanks. Reply Gigi Ryan May 19, 2025 Dear James, Sally’s passing was 2 decades ago yet as vivid as ever in my mind. To know you appreciated that couplet means a lot. Gigi Reply Warren Bonham May 19, 2025 Sally and Bob were very lucky indeed to have discovered you and your family. Very moving, even for someone who is more of a dog person. Reply Gigi Ryan May 19, 2025 Dear Warren, To have moved a dog lover is a pleasure. I have, over time, against my expectations, succumbed to the love of both. Gigi Reply Julian D. Woodruff May 19, 2025 You speak so vividly of feline personalities and proclivities, reminding me of our late Boots and many of his predecessors. Thanks for all 3 of these. Reply Gigi Ryan May 19, 2025 Dear Julian, You’re welcome. I used to think a cat was a cat, until I owned several over the years. I’ve had a change of heart since experiencing their “personalities and proclivities.” Gigi Reply Yael May 19, 2025 These are 3 totally delightful cat poems which I enjoyed reading this morning, thanks! They brought back memories of some of my own rescue cats, of which we have had so many. Reply Gigi Ryan May 19, 2025 Dear Yael, I never planned to rescue cats… but they had other plans and ways it seems. Gigi Reply Cheryl A Corey May 19, 2025 I love all three. Cats rule! Reply Gigi Ryan May 19, 2025 Indeed they do, Cheryl! Gigi Reply Margaret Coats May 19, 2025 Every companion to a cat experiences that “price of love” you mention, Gigi. And our lifespan means it is likely to be paid several times. Our current feline is named “Zoe” for being a superlative example of “zoomies” at any time of day! Reply Gigi Ryan May 19, 2025 It is a good point that we will pay the “price of love” many times in our lifetimes. Your Zoe sounds like a fun one. My cats are older and don’t zoom much past noon! Reply Paul A. Freeman May 22, 2025 It’s difficult to write with emotion – unless you mean it. Your love of Sally and Bob are palpable. As for your ‘pussycat typhoonies’, making up words that your reader knows their meanings from context is a gift – and you’ve got it. Thanks for the reads, Gigi. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of followup comments via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Roy Eugene Peterson May 18, 2025 Gigi, I enjoyed your cat poems immensely, although their short lifespan saddens us. You encouraged me to possibly attempt to publish some of my own poems about cats including one about a Chinchilla Persian that I purchased in a pet market near Red Square in Moscow. I can see how much you loved and cared for the strays that came to your farm. Reply
Gigi Ryan May 19, 2025 Dear Roy, Thank you for commenting. I do hope you publish your cat poems. What a great gift it would be to a cat lover. Each cat is as individual as a poem. Gigi Reply
James A. Tweedie May 19, 2025 Gigi, If, in English, the word “dog” translates as “faithful friend,” the word “cat” must surely translate as “supreme ruler.” For owners, this inherent status renders “their majesties” as being either insufferable, immeasurably dull, endearingly amusing or “all of the above.” The latter observation is best enjoyed by those who understand and embrace the necessary obsequious deference expected of them as royal subjects. Your lovely poems clearly show that you are one of these who know their proper place! Thanks for giving us a glimpse into the essence of what “cathood” is all about! Reply
Gigi Ryan May 19, 2025 Dear James, Indeed I could give many more examples of knowing my place amount my favored felines. I am glad you enjoyed these tokens of my love for them. Gigi Reply
James Sale May 19, 2025 Personally, I love cats and so these poems speak to me; the ending of Sally is outstanding: “He was not spared The price of love when our dear Sally passed— The grave he dug returned her to the woods.” Thanks. Reply
Gigi Ryan May 19, 2025 Dear James, Sally’s passing was 2 decades ago yet as vivid as ever in my mind. To know you appreciated that couplet means a lot. Gigi Reply
Warren Bonham May 19, 2025 Sally and Bob were very lucky indeed to have discovered you and your family. Very moving, even for someone who is more of a dog person. Reply
Gigi Ryan May 19, 2025 Dear Warren, To have moved a dog lover is a pleasure. I have, over time, against my expectations, succumbed to the love of both. Gigi Reply
Julian D. Woodruff May 19, 2025 You speak so vividly of feline personalities and proclivities, reminding me of our late Boots and many of his predecessors. Thanks for all 3 of these. Reply
Gigi Ryan May 19, 2025 Dear Julian, You’re welcome. I used to think a cat was a cat, until I owned several over the years. I’ve had a change of heart since experiencing their “personalities and proclivities.” Gigi Reply
Yael May 19, 2025 These are 3 totally delightful cat poems which I enjoyed reading this morning, thanks! They brought back memories of some of my own rescue cats, of which we have had so many. Reply
Gigi Ryan May 19, 2025 Dear Yael, I never planned to rescue cats… but they had other plans and ways it seems. Gigi Reply
Margaret Coats May 19, 2025 Every companion to a cat experiences that “price of love” you mention, Gigi. And our lifespan means it is likely to be paid several times. Our current feline is named “Zoe” for being a superlative example of “zoomies” at any time of day! Reply
Gigi Ryan May 19, 2025 It is a good point that we will pay the “price of love” many times in our lifetimes. Your Zoe sounds like a fun one. My cats are older and don’t zoom much past noon! Reply
Paul A. Freeman May 22, 2025 It’s difficult to write with emotion – unless you mean it. Your love of Sally and Bob are palpable. As for your ‘pussycat typhoonies’, making up words that your reader knows their meanings from context is a gift – and you’ve got it. Thanks for the reads, Gigi. Reply