Poets' Corner
	This section is for poems, prose, limericks or doggerel (or should that be catterel!) with a cat theme. If you or your cat is a budding poet, then please send your poems to the Webmaster. They will be published here and possibly in the Newsletter as well.

Purr-usalem

And did those paws in recent time Walk upon sand and wet cement And was the wholly lamb joint ate On Sunday much to Mum's lament And did the grumpy Dad divine Shine forth upon my naughty dares And was Purr-usalem salvaged here Among Mum's dark satanic stares. Bring me my tin of Hi-Life Gold Bring me the flavour I desire Bring me my bowl, oh pouch unfold Bring me my food stacked even higher I will not cease from constant mew Nor shall that fork sleep in your hand Till we have built Purr-usalem In England's green and pleasant land.   'Ella (short for Cinderella) is one of our more talented cats. She is something of a poet and wrote the above poem in honour of the England Ashes victory in 2005. She is the inspiration behind Poets' Corner.

How Pussy Willows Got Their Name

Many springtimes ago, according to an old Polish legend, tiny kittens had been chasing butterflies at the river's edge and fell in. The mother cat, helpless to save them, started crying. The willows at the river's edge swept their long graceful branches into the water - the kittens gripped on tightly to the branches and were rescued. Each springtime since, goes the legend, willow branches sprout tiny fur-like buds where the tiny kittens once clung.