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Poetry Friday: Cat Scat by Eamon Grennan

January 18th, 2008 (05:27 am)
awake

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: On a High by Duncan Sheik

I am watching Cleo listening, our cat
listening to Mozart's Magic Flute. What
can she be hearing? What
can the air carry into her ears like that,
her ears swiveling like radio dishes that
are tuned to all the noise of the world, flat
and sharp, high and low, a scramble of this and that
she can decode like nobody's business, acrobat
of random airs as she is? Although of course a bat
is better at it, sifting out of its acoustic habitat
the sound of the very shape of things automat-
ically -- and on the wing, at that. The Magic Flute! What
a joy it is, I feel, and wonder (to the end this little scat)
does, or can, the cat.

- Cat Scat by Eamon Grennan

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Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: January 18th, 2008 03:17 pm (UTC)

Radio dish ears. So true. I like that poem.

Jules, 7-Imp

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: January 18th, 2008 03:29 pm (UTC)

My family and I frequently spoke of (and still speak of) my cats' reactions to different sounds. I cannot hear the Emergency Broadcast System test warning and beeping without thinking of Twinkie and smiling.

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: January 18th, 2008 03:43 pm (UTC)
TadMack says:

her ears swiveling like radio dishes that
are tuned to all the noise of the world,


I like the idea of her ears, but also, her tail -- I imagine most cats do a bit of directing while they're tuning in their various classical stations...

Hey, congrats on the recording thing. Fingers crossed...

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: January 18th, 2008 04:04 pm (UTC)
Re: TadMack says:

I agree. Each of my cats had a different quirk to her tail and/or use thereof, so I have different names or sayings for each.

Aw, thank you! I normally reserve that sort of personal tidbit for 7-Imp's Seven Kicks or Robin's weekly round-up, but Sara's use of "tracks" triggered the truth. Some may think it odd that I don't post such things here, but that's not what this blog is for, really. Luckily, due to blogs such as Sara's, Robin's, and J&E's 7-Imp, I have been writing more personal anecdotes over the past two weeks, keeping them mostly to myself but also submitting them to appropriate contests and such.

Posted by: kellyrfineman (kellyrfineman)
Posted at: January 18th, 2008 05:08 pm (UTC)

Great pick.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: January 18th, 2008 05:51 pm (UTC)

Mrow!

Posted by: Liz Garton Scanlon (liz_scanlon)
Posted at: January 18th, 2008 06:35 pm (UTC)

Acoustic habitat...
LOVE that!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: January 18th, 2008 06:37 pm (UTC)

Maybe it's a habicat. :)
A house is not a home without a cat!

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: January 18th, 2008 10:28 pm (UTC)

What a great poem to read aloud. We have eight cats, but they're all outdoor farm cats, so they haven't listened to too much music, at least not the kind that comes out of stereos or radios!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: January 18th, 2008 11:07 pm (UTC)

Hug each of them for me, please. :)

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: January 18th, 2008 10:29 pm (UTC)

Oy. Sorry about that, the above was from Becky at Farm School, http://farmschoolathome.blogspot.com

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: January 18th, 2008 11:06 pm (UTC)

Hi Becky!

Posted by: Jama Rattigan (jamarattigan)
Posted at: January 18th, 2008 10:41 pm (UTC)

Love this cat scat (especially the radio dish ears). Total music, to mine!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: January 18th, 2008 11:08 pm (UTC)

Meows are music. :)

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