cat poems

CHRISTMAX 2    I wish I could say that u were not a pain in the neck but this would not be true. holding your bent white foot in the water while you drink leaves marks on my parque rushing through 200 years of stone cottage disturbs the ghosts who live here tranquilly with me From time to time you decide not to use the litter tray and i have to seek out on four floors your christmas present to me. but oh max you were given to me as a lifemas present and cannot live without you. foutoux copyright 2018

Loulou Much maligned and treated with some indifference now for six years. You are small a tabby feminine.  Perhaps a slight lack of character you blend perfectly into my faux fur never misbehaving you act as max's stooge endure much suffer much but your gentle spirit known by no man. foutoux   copyright 2018

MAX DREAMS OF CHRISTMAS Is it through those whiskers or the satelitte of your ears searching to pick up santa's sleigh and undreamed of Whiskers dripping with jelly. I know you know Max Your eyes search mine and I hear you. Is it the rain pattering on my roof or your unholy pursuit of Loulou that disturbs my sleep tonight. The Ghosts of Christmas pasts tremble at your pace as does Loulou on my  mantlepiece Instead of a red stocking. 'Stop  it Max I cry but none of my neighbours hear Stone walls from revolutions past allow only the ghosts of this house to listen to my wild shouts. Ghosts of my own Christmas past loom trying to blot out the silence of Christmas the Descend once more To help us. Oh where was I, yes Max and his turbulent affair with Loulou his limping white foot just about the right shape for a christmas stocking. foutoux copyright 2017'