tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post5481659049920857688..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: StrayUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-82623357919632164482010-01-19T08:07:13.993-08:002010-01-19T08:07:13.993-08:00gamefaced and saint elmo,
All the cats love you ...gamefaced and saint elmo, <br /><br />All the cats love you both almost enough to eat you up.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-4060128872896004652010-01-18T21:04:49.796-08:002010-01-18T21:04:49.796-08:00food chain
the ghost and the darkness
man eating ...food chain<br /><br />the ghost and the darkness<br />man eating lions<br />chess or checkers<br />uncanny trackers<br /><br />food for thoughtElmos St. Rosenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-72400834157948514712010-01-18T11:47:42.563-08:002010-01-18T11:47:42.563-08:00you can bring out beauty in anything.
thank you.you can bring out beauty in anything.<br />thank you.gamefacedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16562522181852339258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-595752418583098172010-01-18T07:00:31.988-08:002010-01-18T07:00:31.988-08:00That's lovely, Hb. Same thing, these stranger...That's lovely, Hb. Same thing, these strangers are gifts.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-28598231337115536872010-01-18T06:11:56.454-08:002010-01-18T06:11:56.454-08:00the last line is so strong... the way it gives the...the last line is so strong... the way it gives the aminal a holy aura...<br /><br />your cats listed here show your deep love for them...<br /><br />i love them too... they never let you forget how life can be as easy as a meow... and as peaceful as a purr...<br /><br />about 4 months ago we brought a stray little kitty (nearly dying) to our home... and i think he has changed it in a positive way..human beinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232419187783429903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-1827489230815828852010-01-18T04:45:31.226-08:002010-01-18T04:45:31.226-08:00Ray,
Either you are one extremely psychic cat, or...Ray,<br /><br />Either you are one extremely psychic cat, or I have got my comment-posting-order (and brain cells) completely scrambled. <br /><br />(Probably both.)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-26575877227214325662010-01-18T01:28:58.048-08:002010-01-18T01:28:58.048-08:00And while I may... here are some cats of the past....And while I may... here are some cats of the past.<br /><br />These three were particular companions:<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-sphinx.html" rel="nofollow">The Great Sphinx</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-talk.html" rel="nofollow">Dark Sister</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/farewell-sweet-prince.html" rel="nofollow">A cat at rest at last</a><br /><br />Cleanliness is next to cattiness:<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/lustration-rite.html" rel="nofollow">Cats cleaning themselves</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/clean.html" rel="nofollow">Further feline ablutions</a><br /><br />Some bigger cats:<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/persistence-of-memory.html" rel="nofollow">An ocelot</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/momentary-visitor.html" rel="nofollow">A jaguar</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/room.html" rel="nofollow">A leopard</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/mammals.html" rel="nofollow">A big cat on the savanna</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-souls-night.html" rel="nofollow">Tears in the rain for big cats</a><br /><br />And on cats as companions to humans:<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/watch.html" rel="nofollow">A cat who watched over children</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-company.html" rel="nofollow">A cat who kept a man company in prison</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-potion_04.html" rel="nofollow">A cat who got a bad rap</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-37582603458565153772010-01-18T01:27:21.588-08:002010-01-18T01:27:21.588-08:00Leigh,
Many thanks for getting the picture... pur...Leigh,<br /><br />Many thanks for getting the picture... purr-fectly.<br /><br /><br />Ray,<br /><br />Well, now you've gone and done it -- told the truth about the remarkable ability of cats who have congenial home circumstances (such as yours, obviously) to assume the privileges of furry royalty. And good for them.<br /><br />We have presently three living with us and constantly making their wishes and worries known in every available manner. And of course we are at their beck and call twenty-four hours a day (though some days it seems like more).<br /><br />There is evidently a cat grapevine, word about our silly doting hospitality has got round, stranger cats are forever setting up a racket at our door, demanding (and then of course getting) feeding. In the midst of the current elemental wind-and-rain-furies of El NiƱo, who can say no to them? Though when the big trees come down, the power goes out, the flimsy makeshift roof blows off, the waters rise, and the whole derelict structure slides down the hillside, will they be waiting to provide us food and shelter, from their great stores of thoughtfulness and kindness?TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-49476890010372896632010-01-18T01:27:11.219-08:002010-01-18T01:27:11.219-08:00>> There is evidently a cat grapevine, word ...>> There is evidently a cat grapevine, word about our silly doting hospitality has got round, stranger cats are forever setting up a racket at our door <<<br /><br /><br />He WAS a stranger cat!! He turned up and moved in.u.v.ray.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02866397025200956617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-40545725474338359342010-01-17T09:38:32.595-08:002010-01-17T09:38:32.595-08:00I just keep rereading this, enjoying the word choi...I just keep rereading this, enjoying the word choices, alliteration etc, becoming lost in each lines imagery as it links with the next,growing into the fullest picture.<br /><br />Really enjoyed this Tom..https://www.blogger.com/profile/00532376301529981186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-83872044759683060092010-01-17T08:20:54.468-08:002010-01-17T08:20:54.468-08:00>> but there was a great difference. He was ...>> but there was a great difference. He was not a complainer <<<br /><br />Christ Almighty! I swear if my cat could speak he would whinge and complain endlessly. <br /><br />He bought a mouse in the house this morning - and what a pallaver we had because it was taken off him and put back outside. He pulled his face for an hour. <br /><br />He's sleeping on the sofa next to me right now. Fed from arsehole to beak.<br /><br />He has so much to complain about - he's just so hard done by - when he wakes up he will be whining again as if he is being strangled. I have never heard a cat put so much energy into making his complaints heard.u.v.ray.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02866397025200956617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-67323781942251657792010-01-17T00:30:30.063-08:002010-01-17T00:30:30.063-08:00Thank you so much, Anonymous. Your words strike a ...Thank you so much, Anonymous. Your words strike a chord here.<br /><br />That picture of the poor sad feral did lead me into Tears, literally as well.<br /><br />The "original" of this poem was a big black cat without a home, suffering with terminal feline AIDS and unimaginable other ills as well, who spent the last winter of his sad life outdoors in a driveway across the freeway feeder from us. We braved the lethal traffic flow every day to go over to feed and try to console him. He was past ambulation, finally. We constructed a pathetic little hutch for him, but he couldn't understand it. Once or twice he ventured lamely across the traffic flow to our side of the raceway, but in fear and confusion slouched right back. Talk about tears. It was a hard winter, much as this one now, with frosts and endless rains. In the mute and stoical way of cats he endured it all until there was no more enduring it. He simply disappeared somewhere to die, again after the common manner of ferals. Those last months were one long lamentation. We called him Big Boy. He was the dearest sweetest scruffiest saddest creature I think I have ever known.<br /><br />Tears again in the night to think of him now.<br /><br />The poem was originally called The Circus of Representation Continues, but my Muse forbade posting it by that title, fearing people would think I was writing about myself.<br /><br />I won't deny having felt some sense of identification, but there was a great difference. He was not a complainer.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-59399838939594687612010-01-16T23:54:57.794-08:002010-01-16T23:54:57.794-08:00Love cats; love this poem.Love cats; love this poem.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com