3 Cornish Rexes
By Yasmin Donlon

Jasmine is a Cornish Rex without any fur
She’s like a Sphynx; like a piglet without the purr.
She’s a Sexy Rexy, who went to be seen to,
A week with Dirty Bertie and she was in kit ton;
Nine she bred, only two survived
Agrisollo and Afro so glad to be alive
Agrisollo is a red point with a long red tail
She holds it upright as if it’s her sail.
We call her Whitey, as she is mainly white
While Afro we call Big Boy, as he’s taller in height.
Afro is a blue point and has all the Rex genes.
Both of them are young, playful and full of beans.
We take both of them to cat shows to see how they compete;
Agrisollo needs more curls and Afro can’t be beat.
You should see the 3 Rexes when they eat with a crocodile bite
They shovel it in open mouths; food out of sight.
They are all three hot cats; little radiators
Three curled up together three lovely creatures!

A Week of Cats
By Yasmin Donlon

Monday is start to work day;
Whitey a Cornish Rex who loves warm May.
Tuesday is Afro an other Cornish Rex
Who is too young to know about sex.
Wednesday is Jasmine their mother who sleeps with her kits;
For they like to suckle her milk free tits.
Thursday is Spikey a large Maine Coon
Who will leap on your lap very soon.
Friday is Tangye a Stumpy Manx ginger male,
A clever cat that feeds his six cats without fail.
He knocks the biscuit box out of the cupboard
To be eaten by his mates in one accord!
Saturday is the day of proper Manx Bling Bling
He’s pretty and compact a real cute thing.
Sunday, the day of rest, is Burmese Aimee.
She sleeps 22/7 so see a sleepy flea.
We have to have seven cats you see
One for each day of the week; no day cat free!

Aimee
By Yasmin Donlon

Aimee is my posh Blue Burmese fat cat.
She sleeps all day and that’s a fact.
We call her the S cat.
Smooth, silky only dreams about a mouse and rat.
She scoffs, stinks, squawks then
A sleep to sleep off her food.
Sweet Aimee you roll over when you’re in the mood
Especially for food and you have your fill.
Then off to sleep at will.
One day when you supervised my bathtime
You fell in the water and came out all soft and divine.
How you squawk at a big black moth on the window
Or bite our feet under the duvet you go.
Amiable Aimee, you are called the alien at cattery.
For you fly down from shelves, stalking birds, that you see.

Charlie Green Eyes
By Yasmin Donlon

Charlie green eyes was my favourite cat.
He jumped athletically with no fat.
To sit then sleep curled up on my lap;
With his tail in a circle on his bodily map.
He was a tabby and white feline;
A proper moggie with no ancestral line.
Towards the end of his life on the fridge he would sit.
The fridge motor comforted him when he wasn’t fit.
It was warm on top of the fridge for him to lie.
Oh how sad I was when he had to die.
My precious beautiful boy I loved you so.
I felt your ailments for you until you had to go.
I now have glimpses of you in my mind’s eye
And I hear your paws go up to the sky

Smart Cat
By Yasmin Donlon

Since I lost my old cat Charlie after fourteen years of devotion, we acquired a red tabby and white Manx cat kitten that we called Tangye after the author Derek Tangye who wrote about several of his cats in the Minack Chronicles.

We didn’t know what we were taking on especially as we had a resident soft lazy blue Burmese called Aimee. At first Tangye would go into the space between the washing machine and the cupboards, which we called his hole, for safety and when Aimee was near him anywhere he would do his business en site accompanied by a low growl.

Nowadays he rules Aimee. They take it in turn to chase each other and they play tick.

But Tangye never sleeps; he knocks over bins, the linen basket and the container of cat biscuits, so he is a self server! Then he plays football with Brussel sprouts! I found these filed away in the house – 3 were in the washing machine. Clean Brussels !! One day I found he had discovered some egg shells. (I had just been to see the shell seekers!)

He is a very clean cat. He puts his paws in his water bowl and washes his face. He likes to sleep in the sink or washing machine. And he can’t resist a running tap or the water filling the loo! The plug to the bathroom washbasin we always have to replace. Well, his fascination for water makes him turn in the taps which sets off the central heating of the combi-boiler. He has the radiators on underneath him and basks in the heat…a really SMART cat!!

The other morning he operated the remote control of the T.V. and put the T.V. on at 5:30am in the morning. I wondered what’s that burlar. When I came downstairs I found him watching cartoons. Clever!

He is in appearance like a miniature tiger and the odd occasions when he does sleep I’ll find him contemplating his stripes as he washes himself incessantly. On a knee he’ll put out his left paw. He’s a really bright left handed cat!