The cat Came back After that. UGLY CAT Libby Hathorn Ugly cat came Miaowing and pouncing, Over fences, out of darkness, A huge tatty ball of wild matted fur, Spitting and scratching, And hating us with yellow eyes. Yes, purring and purring Stray thing, even playing. CATS Bill Scott Cats ride with witches, snap like mousetraps, creep like water. Cats sit high, peer downward, chatter at birds and spit at dogs.
Cats droop asleep, are warm on winter nights, their coats spit sparks in the dry windy weather.
Self-contained as trees they watch their humans and are not easily blandished. Yet it is no house where no cat sits at fireside. People are kept by cats. They do just what they please. They vanish when wanted, ofcourse.