Felis Cattus

[The-Wolf]

Felis Cattus, is your taxonomic nomenclature,
an endothermic quadruped carnivorous by nature?
Your visual, olfactory and auditory senses
contribute to your hunting skills, and natural defenses.

I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
a singular development of cat communications
that obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
for a rhythmic stroking of your fur, to demonstrate affection.

A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
you would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aide in locomotion,
it often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.

O Baggy, the complex levels of behaviour you display
connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Baggy, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.

Bah! I'm off.

click the pics for larger images
Thanks for looking

 

[OohFeeshy]

Aww, looks like he was having fun. Does he go after insects much? Alfred is intent on eating his way through the entire fly population...

 

[geo7x]

awww i love the first pic, hes such a poser

 

[Naughtygirlrlw]

Such a handsome boy! He does look like a little poser

 

[seffieuk]

where does the poem come from Wolf?

 

[stang1]

Great poem and fantastic photos!

 

[The-Wolf]

where does the poem come from Wolf?

this poem was spoken on screen by Commanda Data (Brent Spiner) in the
season 6 episode of Star trek; The Next Generation 'Schisms'
the episode is credited as being written by Jean Louise Matthias & Ron Wilkerson.
although no-one can aggree who actually came up with the poem.
it was entitled Ode to spot, who was Datas' pet cat.


thanks to all for the nice praise of Baggy;
he does enjoy the attension.

 

[lljdma06]

Yeah, I remember that episode. Baggy is beautiful.

 

[Miss Wiggle]

cool poem!

my two love hunting flies as well, it's about all they can catcha, although our little one keeps having a pop at the pidgeons in the street, she's got no chance though really, useless hunter.