Wednesday, October 15, 2008

More Cat Nutter stuff

This post is for Benjamin at The Deep Middle, who challenged me to write a poem about cats that attack their owners. His wife, he says, has a cat who scratches her all the time. When I read his comment, the old song, You Always Hurt The One You Love, popped into my mind and, annoyingly, refused to leave. (I've always loathed that song, it's such a dirge.)
I used to have a cat called Perdita who would lie in wait on the stairs for unwary victims, then attack their ankles. Perdita was a tiny, bony kitten with a ratlike tail when we first got her, but she grew into a huge fluffy tabby and the tail developed into an enormous banner of a thing. She looked a bit like a cross between a squirrel and a Maine coon. My daughter, who was quite small at the time, was terrified of her.
Benjamin posts the most wonderful poetry on his blog, which made the task of coming up with a piece of creative writing even more intimidating. To be fair, he did release me from any poetic obligation, but I feel a challenge is a challenge. So here's the poem. It's dedicated to all those (and there are many) whose cats reward their affection with actual bodily harm.


You always hurt the one you love
(With apologies to Allan Roberts and Doris Fisher)

You always hurt the one you love
Claws out! She’s stroking me, aim for her wrist
The one you shouldn't hurt at all
She thinks it’s a cry for attention
You always take the sweetest rose
But really it's a form of revenge
And crush it till the petals fall
Scratch and bite! That’ll teach her
You always break the kindest heart
To take a kitten whose only thought is survival
With a hasty word you can't recall
And burden it with all this affection
So if I broke your heart last night
Because some cats can’t handle love
It's because I love you most of all
A bit like humans, really

10 comments:

Esther Montgomery said...

A bit like 'You Know That Was The Last Thing On My Mind' . . .

. . . misogynistic drivvle which happens to have a good tune. People sing along happily and I sit their glowering and spitting with rage.

I knew someone once who was savaged by a buck rabbit. He walked towards it while it was grazing and it leapt up, flew through the air and bit him on the nose. Quite a nasty gash.

(He was seventeen and horribly embarassed when people asked what had happened. Being bitten by a rabbit didn't exactly suit the macho image he might otherwise have liked to cultivate.)

Esther

Victoria said...

Great story, Esther! Much better than my poem...

Esther Montgomery said...

Hardly.

And if I still knew the lad - I think I would suggest he named the rabbit Perdita.

I've just realised how appropriate the name is.

(For the cat. Not for a buck rabbit.)

Esther

VP said...

Tee hee - this cat nutter stuff's sort of taken a hold hasn't it?

Lots of fun :)

easygardener said...

Perhaps after cats and poetry day we need a cats and song day.
Talking of rabbits we used to have a tiny dwarf one who was far more frightening than any cat I've had. She was so cute and yet so bad tempered!

Benjamin Vogt said...

Well that went pretty well I think, and I like where the poem ended up. But seriously, my wife will ahve scars the rest of her life. Sometimes, when she gets out of the shower, he'll be waiting and clamp into her ankles. Or, as she's writing a paper at the computer, he'll lunge at her arms and won't let go and I hear bona fide TERROR (screams) coming from the office. He's become a little better it seems with age, but if his blood-producing cuts are love it must be true that we hurt most the ones we love most. (And let me add that when we feed him he growls, as if he is afraid we will take his food away, and sometimes he will pick it up and carry it under the table where he feels safer--growling a deep gutteral moan the whole time).

Victoria said...

Benjamin, I'm so glad you liked the poem. And I'm sorry about your wife's scratches: judging from her picture, she looks like a very nice person indeed and she deserves better than to be abused by some demented feline.
Easygardener and VP:Sorry to disappoint, but I don't want to hear, say or write anything about cats for quite a while. (Tho I still giggle when I think about LAPTHINGIE day...)

HappyMouffetard said...

Great post and poem/song.

Mr. McGregor's Daughter said...

I wonder if there are psychotropic drugs available for cats like Benjamin's? Why would anyone keep a cat like that? If it was a dog causing equivalent injuries, you can bet it would be at the pound & probably euthanized. Cats get away with so much. (And I agree with Ester about the song, although it isn't necessarily misogynistic, as some women do the same thing to men. It's just mental.)

Zoë said...

Happy Birthday Victoria xx

Hope you have managed to have a good day?

I have, was supposed to be in South Africa this week on a special holiday, but for obvious reasons that's been postponed, so we went on a birthday Safari at Marwell Zoo instead! Result!