Tomorrow is the beginning of National Poetry Month:
National Poetry Month was established by the Academy of American Poets as a month-long, national celebration of poetry. The concept was to increase the attention paid-by individuals and the media—to the art of poetry, to living poets, to our poetic heritage, and to poetry books and magazines. In the end, we hoped to achieve an increase in the visibility, presence, and accessibility of poetry in our culture. National Poetry Month has been successful beyond all anticipation and has grown over the years into the largest literary celebration in the world.
So what has this to do with cats, you ask? Well, as Aloysius tells us in Great Feline Authors: the indigestible furball of the poem:
In the annals of feline literature, few members of my species have actually gotten credit for their own work. Henry Beard, who put together this anthology [Poetry for Cats] recognizes that felines' literary accomplishments stretch back for centuries; the poems are not just for cats, but by cats.
[Several were omitted from this list due to popups and/or obnoxious ads.]
Then we have the individual poems and poets:
Cats just are poetic, don't you think?
Enough poetry; more critters:
Have a poetic weekend!
Spike and Boo have finally joined catster [click the images to go to their pages]:
In no time at all, we've had several friendship overtures. Very friendly creatures, cats.
The cats have also insisted that I join the Cat Lover's Community; put themselves on the Cat Blogger's Frappr Map; and sent their photos in to be added to the Carnival of the Cats banner. Clearly, they feel they are not getting enough attention.
Of course, I have been promising to get around to all this for several months now. I believe that if one is going to procrastinate, one should do so for a long time.
More critter communities:
No, no! Don't make me look!
But you should look (and listen!):
This video has it all: pain, dominance, submission, the false pretext of freedom, delusions of superiority, the indulging of man's basest appetites...and a lap dance. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Want more? Try here:
Oh, yes, and -- HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
The visitor returns:
She's gorgeous, isn't she? But why does she look so worried?
Probably because she caught me looking at these oddities -- the Cat Piano:
and the Cat Hall of Mirrors: