Egan's Poetry Corner

Verse XI

2005-08-24T14:24:00.000-07:00

Flew mouth
Blow
Read his language
With the cloud
As
Live over pole

Verse X

2005-07-23T07:24:00.000-07:00

Hot knife from only
If dresser has
Lesser urge

Verse IX

2005-07-16T06:07:00.000-07:00

Always out
Needing you as sleep
Stop
And Elaborate

Verse VIII

2005-06-27T05:57:00.000-07:00

Blow
See skins
You is
Mold Burst
Pudgy throw
Gnash smokey
Lumpy frantic

Happy Father's day, Dad!

2005-06-19T06:08:00.000-07:00

Even though you're not my "real" dad, I love you! Thanks for putting up with me. For letting me scream at you though the shower door when you bathe, for grabbing your hand when I think you have the Nu-Nu finger, for biting your toes, for tripping over my toys in the middle of the night and not making me get rid of them. And for thinking of me (kinda) as your son, thank you too.

I scream, you scream...

2005-06-07T13:28:00.000-07:00

We all scream for...Cat Trees!!

Yay! Mom bought us a new cat tree today. Now, all Dad has to do is bring it home in the truck....in the torrential rain...after making an extra stop at the hardware store for a tarp after a really long day at work. He must really love mom and us a lot. I'll hide a catnip mouse under his pillow tonight to thank him. Hopefully I'll have some pictures to post soon of the new toy!

Verse VII

2005-06-07T13:27:00.000-07:00

My most striking minimalist piece yet...

If he
His it
Am smear

Sorry...

2005-05-10T04:48:00.000-07:00

I know it's been awhile, I've been a little sick this past week or so. After the last visit to the vet I got an upset stomach from the shot Dr. B gave me, so Mom dragged me back again for more medicine. We didn't get to see Dr. B, though, because she had a "family emergency". So, we had to see Dr. Q. Mom was pretty traumatized, but I thought she was nice.

Anyway, it's been hard to concentrate on my poetry since the roofer started working. All that banging and pounding has not been very helpful at all. More poetry to come soon. Promise.

It's Official...

2005-04-25T16:48:00.000-07:00

going to the vet, stinks.

I had to go get a shot today, cause Mom said I had to quit pulling my hair out. I had to ride in a car for 15 minutes...so I could get a stupid shot, and more advantage on my neck. Dr. B said I was allergic to fleas, so now I have to get it every 3 weeks, instead of 4 weeks.

Crap.

AND they're gonna make me get "vaccinations" next week. Great, more shots.

Verse VI

2005-04-21T15:33:00.000-07:00

I drive
Some ugly forest
A dead mist
Fall like purple...

Outside Cats?

2005-04-17T05:53:00.000-07:00

In the last few months, I've discovered something Mom calls "Outside Cats". Apparently they live completely outside, have to catch their own food or beg for it, sleep in dirt (!?), and they make babies with each other. Now, we call our screened-in back patio "outside", that's where we go to get some fresh air and sunshine, but this is "Outside". This is the big one. We have two that come around our house, Dannon and Mami. Mami won't really talk to us...which I can understand since Delilah and Cracker hiss and try to kill her when she comes around. Dannon has been slowly working his way into Delilah's heart, and she allows him to hang around for small periods of time before trying to kill him too. After talking to him for awhile, I kinda felt bad. He doesn't have any furry mice, or pouch; no clean laundry to sleep on, or self cleaning litterbox. It made me sad, so I went to see my Mom. She made me feel better though because she told me that some cats like to live outside, once they've been doing it for awhile. She said the we feed him, and he has a warm place to sleep in the garage if he wants to, so he's really okay. He can't come inside with us because he's not fixed, and Mom says he'll make our whole house smell like pee, and he would probably hump Cracker.

Mom also told be about a terrible disease that some cats get called feline leukemia, and that she's scared Dannon might have it, and Mami too. I found this site, so check it out and maybe donate if you can. Maybe they'll find a cure one day.

Verse V

2005-04-17T05:52:00.000-07:00

Let delicate men cook sausage
Manipulate honey

Happy Birthday, Gran...

2005-04-05T17:44:00.000-07:00

I love you!

Verse IV

2005-04-05T17:40:00.000-07:00

Next most madly
In use
But leave, woman
When did in

I love meeces to pieces...

2005-04-03T09:03:00.000-07:00

I got some good presents for my birthday. I got a HUGE hairy mouse, it's like the size of my head. It's got noisy stuff in it too...so when you shake it, there's a cool rattling noise. I also got a soft catnip lamb, and a big bag of crunchy tuna treats.

When Mom broke out the catnip last night, it was chaos. All the other cats were going crazy; ripping up the carpet, shredding all the toys they could get their paws on, biting Mom and Dad's feet. Delilah was the worst, though. She gets mean when she's on the 'nip. She kept picking fights with everybody, and she stole my lamb toy and was shredding it. It doesn't help that she's the fattest one too. She always body slams me, and it hurts.

Then! Mom and Dad got out the Advantage. That stuff is gross, everyone was running for the hills. They had to chase all of the cats down to put it on us. I thought I was safe under the couch, but there's no hiding place that will save you on Advantage night (it's the same way on Ear Medicine night). I don't care if it does kill all the fleas, it makes my neck all oily and itchy. Gross!

Anyway, it's a beautiful day outside, and Mom's got the back door open for us. So, I'm going to spend some time on the back patio watching the birds, and hunting some bugs. Hopefully there will be some tasty ones, not the red ones.

Verse III

2005-04-03T08:48:00.000-07:00

Think beneath rock
As like the liquid
...swimming

Happy Birthday...

2005-04-01T15:58:00.000-08:00

to me!

I'm officially two years old today! You can send me fuzzy mice, a new scratching post, or some Natural Choice Pouch (my favorite is the Oceanfish and Tuna flavor)!

Verse II

2005-04-01T15:56:00.000-08:00

Finger them
They incubate
Their powers roll
Spring petal
But, say
A gift

Behind the Cat Poetry...

2005-03-31T14:53:00.000-08:00

Hi, My name is Egan. I'm a 2 year old Flame Point Siamese. My Mom started this blog for me so I can showcase my poetry, and have a place to express myself. To help you get to know me...here's some background on my life so far...

I was born on the LSUA campus, my biological mom was feral and she didn't take good care of me or my brother. When we were only a day old, she left us in the mud under a bush, and forgot about us. Luckily, my new mommy came to class early that day and heard me crying. My brother had already died, but I was still clinging to life, and my new mom scooped me up, cleaned the mud out of my nose and drove me straight home. There she nursed me back to health, feeding me every four hours 'round the clock.

Mom says I was always a very strong baby, and determined to live. So, she thought the best name for me would be Egan...which means "little fire" in greek. So, now I'm a big healthy cat, weighing in at a whopping 12 pounds. I also live with my 4 other adopted brothers and sisters. They pick on me a lot, but I know they love me too.

Anyway, I discovered I had a gift for poetry when Mom put up one of those Magnetic Poetry Kits on the fridge. She put it low enough for me to reach, and now she has a special spot for my own poem. I just pull down the words and she puts them together for me. So, this is my place to showcase my gift for poetry.

Verse I

2005-03-31T13:04:00.000-08:00

Moan, Recall milk
Ache in egg
Whitely- pasty starts near
Like the gown