Thursday, 4 October 2012

Tuxedo Times Two

As it's National Poetry Day, and as it is ALSO National I Love My Cat Day (which is everyday btw), I thought I'd post a poem that was basically written about my 'dear little cats' a.k.a 'jellicle' cats: Sky and Snowboots.

    The Song of the Jellicles

    Jellicle Cats come out to-night
    Jellicle Cats come one come all:
    The Jellicle Moon is shining bright -
    Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball.

    Jellicle Cats are black and white,
    Jellicle Cats are rather small;
    Jellicle Cats are merry and bright,
    And pleasant to hear when they caterwaul.
    Jellicle Cats have cheerful faces,
    Jellicle Cats have bright black eyes;
    They like to practise their airs and graces
    And wait for the Jellicle Moon to rise.

    Jellicle Cats develop slowly,
    Jellicle Cats are not too big;
    Jellicle Cats are roly-poly,
    They know how to dance a gavotte and a jig.
    Until the Jellicle Moon appears
    They make their toilette and take their repose:
    Jellicle Cats wash behind their ears,
    Jellicle dry between their toes.

    Jellicle Cats are white and black,
    Jellicle Cats are of moderate size;
    Jellicle Cats jump like a jumping-jack,
    Jellicle Cats have moonlit eyes.
    They're quitet enough in the morning hours,
    They're quitet enough in the afternoon,
    Reserving their terpsichorean powers
    To dance by the light of the Jellicle Moon.

    Jellicle Cats are black and white,
    Jellicle Cats (as I said) are small;
    If it happends to be a stormy night
    They will practise a caper or two in the hall.
    If it happens the sun is shining bright
    You would say they had nothing to do at all:
    They are resting and saving themselves to be right
    For the Jellicle Moon and the Jellicle Ball.

    T. S. Elliot

    Sky is the one with the little white smudge on her nose. She's mine. Or rather, i'm hers. 

    Meow Pin up by Alberto Vargas


  1. Aww I adore your kit cats!! My fave poem featuring cats is by Keats, as a fellow Keats fan you probably already know it, but I'll add it here for the sake of National Poetry Day! (although I am a day late!)

    Mrs Reynold's Cat
    Cat! who hast passed thy grand climacteric,
    How many mice and rats hast in thy days
    Destroyed? How many tit-bits stolen?
    Gaze with those bright languid segments green, and prick
    Those velvet ears – but prithee do not stick
    Thy latent talons in me, and up-raise
    Thy gentle mew, and tell me all thy frays
    Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick.
    Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists -
    For all thy wheezy asthma, and for all
    Thy tail’s tip is nicked off, and though the fists
    Of many a maid have given thee many a maul,
    Still is that fur as soft as when the lists
    In youth thou enteredst on glass-bottled wall.

    With much love from one crazy cat lady to another! xx