In loving memory of Simone my dear Siamese cat.  "You rode around in the pocket of my old ratty purple 
   bathrobe when you were a tiny kitten.  You breathed tuna breath in my face when you wanted to snuggle
   under the covers with me.  You stole my heart, and when you left me, I cried.  I still miss you."
Lois Bravo





Haiku is a short Japanese poem, often on a subject in nature: it has three lines that do not
rhyme, the first having five syllables, the second, seven, and the third, five.                   

NEW CAT HAIKUS
by Linden Hills Girl

   The food in my bowl
   Is old, and more to the point
   Contains no tuna.

So you want to play.
Will I claw at dancing string?
Your ankle's closer.

There's no dignity
In being sick ... which is why
I don't tell you where.

Seeking solitude
I am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.

Which feline feeder
Has not felt this smug disdain?
Still, the kitties rule.

Tiny can, dumped in
Plastic bowl.  Presentation—
One star; service— none.

Am I in your way?
You seem to have it backwards.
This pillow's taken.

Your mouth is moving;
Up and down, emitting noise.
I've lost interest.

The dog wags his tail,
Seeking approval.  See mine?
Different message.

My brain— walnut-sized.
Yours— largest among primates, 
Yet, who leaves for work?

Most problems, can be
Ignored.  The more difficult
Ones can be slept through.

My affection is 
conditional. Don't stand up,
It's your lap I love.

Toy mice, dancing yarn
Meowing sounds.  I'm convinced;
You're an idiot.