What's Happening in Lake View

A quiet morning, tho not quite still

Bird chirping subdued, they feared Sunny,

The bright orange and white.

Harlequin face torti queen

Long white stockings on lovely hind limbs

White tip flourished on tail
Swished seductively was seen

By the black cat who chased her

With a nip on the rump, the torti did cry.

What part of drill do you not get?

Black cat glared with intense yellow eyes.

Torti queen vanished.

Black cat stalked the street,

No other feline in sight.

Then Sunny strode out

Looked like he might

Give another fledgling a try.

Black cat gave a stern look.

Sunny smiled, Maybe later.

The street now vacant,

Just like last night

A pile of kibble under a car

You’d think that the cats

Would not have gone far.

The black cat trotted off

This drill must be done right!

He huffed and was out of sight.

Calico Grace sauntered

Across the street for a little nibble.

She never resisted a pile of kibble.

Thought black cat would never leave.

Grace mewed sweetly.

Sunny stepped out of the dark

From under the house.

Grab a bite and go,

Black cat just went to the park.

Drill, drill I’m famished!

What’s with this drill anyhow?

Calico Grace wanted to know.

I can’t tell you now.

Sunny said with a smirk.

There’s a human listening!!

Enjoy your day Lake View.

Wednesday After Memorial Day

On a day overcast and somewhat dreary, not a feline stirred.

Streets seem so serene, so green, so still, but not quiet.

The birds were LOUD: CHEEP-CHEEP, CHEEP-CHEEP.

FEED ME! FEED ME! Grackle young cried.

Where have all the cats gone. The dogs and I went for a walk. We’d find out. Blondie and Chi-ping almost always know where the kitties are – nothing, nada cat or a gato.

Makes me wonder what else the black cat said Monday! Doesn’t it?

Chirping LOUDER, LOUDER the Grackle young demanded, FEED ME, GIVE ME MORE!! The screech shattered the morning.

A scream from the tree, suddenly silence melted into a subdued: chee-chee

Lanky, bright, orange and white young kitty man, called Sunny, dined al fresco.  Ah, that was good. (a pause, a twitch of the whisker) talk about stealth, that screaming bird never saw it coming, he smiled re-living the feat.

Orange and white teen cat on the way out paused behind the rear tire of my sister’s car. He looked at me in my chair by the front tire.

Sunny looked at me for what felt like a while. I thought I needed to give Sunny some water. Cats need water even more than food.

No sooner had I thought this when sunny moved along.

The Grackle young want to cry loudly, but don’t.

Tension in the air says birds are worried- the marauding, screeching, storming birds.

SILENCE reigns for moments! CHEEPING STOPS.

A thud to the ground, another bird down

Stealthy, thy name is cat reigns as in time immemorial.

Thanks to the work of the black cat.

Bright student young Sunny, loud coloring showing did slay today a loud screaming ass little vermin.

Sunny retired for a nap; said to tell you, Leave the gratuity on the mat by the door….. And don’t forget the water.

Enjoy your day, New Orleans!!

Katrina Cats

Cats! They’re everywhere herds of them,
hiding in yards, laying beneath parked cars.
You can see the “scared” in their eyes.
They trust no one like Scully and Mulder.



The black cat is the keeper of the X-files,
 urban kitty lore of a time before the storm,
 when they were treated kindly on porches,
invited inside to ferret out tasty little rodents,
 that made women scream.
Black cat said that
“Our Kind was worshiped and adored before the storm,”
something about a black plague sealing the deal.


Black cats are the eternal keepers of kitty knowledge.
Explains all the religious hating and fear through the ages.


Cats of other colors do what they must
to make it through the day,
avoiding dogs or moving car parts.
Search for a meal takes so much energy.
Fresh meat, a thing of the past in this neighborhood,
 when was the last time you saw a mouse?


Black cat said for a time after the storm,
rats and mice n' tasty rodents he couldn’t name
 ran all over the city. The living was easy.


There isn’t a living cat on the street
 from that time of plenty.
Progress took care of that.
Descendants hear the tale in the cool of evening from the black cat, while they wait for the meals that don’t come.

 Tricia

Memorial Day in Lake View

In the early morn, before the heat of day, the cats just back from hunting and carousing, have gathered round the corners. All purring and rubbing their scent, they are eager to hear what the black cat has to say.

Memorial Day is also a celebrated feline holiday; not in the way we celebrate our war heroes with picnics and parades.

The feline holiday celebrates the memory of all the ways a cat can please people sharing their space. Being a rather self centered lot, cats need reminding annually.

To each cat colony the black cats say:

Humans love to scream and move their feet rapidly, I think it’s called dancing, when we chase a mouse. Play with your dinner. That entertains people.

If you have a favorite person, let them know, leave a mouse head on the welcome mat. It shows them we have their best interests at heart. Besides, head isn’t very good anyway, right?

Always cover your poop, which is best left in the garden. It’s the- what goes in, goes out, goes back in, goes back out principle. Humans know this as the circle of life.

Above all – Never bite a hand that is feeding you. That’s just plain stupid.

Enjoy your day. Have a purrfect Memorial Day!!