Friskie, the Cat Trilogy

I wrote these three poems when I was a young teenager for my Calico cat named Friskie. They still remain to be some of my favorite poems that I have written sentimentally. Shortly after I wrote them, they appeared in the National Shut In Society booklet, a circulation for people who can not leave their home very often for various reasons. If you love cats, I hope you will loves this trilogy about one of my most favorite and lovable cats, Friskie.

The Terror of the House


I have a cat named Friskie.
She has a lot of whit.
The only trouble I have
Is keeping up with it.

One minute she’s on the couch.
And the next, she’s on the floor.
Two sprints, one hop, three gallops,
And then, she’s at the door.
Now don’t get me wrong.
She’s not that naughty.
But wouldn’t you like to be a flea
On that little hot pataughty!

She tears across the floor,
Up onto the chairs,
Over the coffee table,
And up three flights of stairs.

Through the house she goes
Like a crazy, crazy mouse.
That’s why I call my cat
The Terror of the House.

Friskie’s Big Adventure


My little cat named Friskie
Got out into the yard.
My dad tried to catch her,
Though it was kind of hard.

She flew out of the door
And down a couple of steps,
Ran on down the street
To meet the other pets.

My dad ran after her
As quickly as he could,
Until he finally spied her.
Straight and tall she stood.

She was over at our neighbors,
Meeting all the gang.
There was Sam, Missy, and Tiger,
And who could forget, Fang.

My dad called aloud, “Friskie”,
And Friskie saw him coming.
The two went home together
In harmony a humming.

Friskie, The Pianist


I’ve been taking piano lessons
For about three months now.
But, Friskies found a way
To play better than me somehow.

When I leave the top up,
She jumps on all the keys,
Walks around, up and down,
And plays a couple of melodies.
At first it kind of scared me
For I didn’t know it was her.
But when I went in, I found her
Keeping time with her purr.

Of course, she doesn’t play well.
Then again, I don’t neither.
So I guess we’ll both take lessons,
But I don’t think Friskie wants to either.


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