{"id":154,"date":"2019-12-02T11:59:00","date_gmt":"2019-12-02T11:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/141.148.246.190\/index.php\/single-post\/the-cat-the-teacup-and-the-boy\/"},"modified":"2022-04-20T10:16:43","modified_gmt":"2022-04-20T10:16:43","slug":"the-cat-the-teacup-and-the-boy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.alexisveenendaal.com\/index.php\/2019\/12\/02\/the-cat-the-teacup-and-the-boy\/","title":{"rendered":"The Cat, the Teacup, and the Boy"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The cat was small and its fur was white.<\/span><\/p>\n

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It had no home, so it prowled the night.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The teacup was lonely, unused and forgotten,<\/span><\/p>\n

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on a dusty old shelf, with a faded old pattern.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The cat, he would jump, from fence to post,<\/span><\/p>\n

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And the teacup would sit, with no one to toast.<\/span><\/p>\n

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But the two came together in the strangest of ways,<\/span><\/p>\n

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when a boy with no home found a new place to stay.<\/span><\/p>\n

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He crawled through the window, just a young pup,<\/span><\/p>\n

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and found in the house, a dusty old cup.<\/span><\/p>\n

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He took the cup to the fountain in town,<\/span><\/p>\n

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and filled to the brim, with no one around.<\/span><\/p>\n

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He drank his fill, till his stomach was full,<\/span><\/p>\n

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for it’d been a long time since he’d had a bowl.<\/span><\/p>\n

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He returned to that house, as abandoned as he,<\/span><\/p>\n

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and pretended the cup was steaming with tea.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Now the teacup had use and was finally known,<\/span><\/p>\n

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but the cat, don’t forget, was still all alone.<\/span><\/p>\n

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So the cat leapt and prowled, looking to eat,<\/span><\/p>\n

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till one moonlit night, it saw Boy on the street.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The boy dug through trash, tired and starved,<\/span><\/p>\n

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until, there! Tinned tuna, like turkey fresh-carved.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Then Boy turned and saw the little white cat,<\/span><\/p>\n

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tiny, like him — not an inch of fat.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The cat watched intently, and saw the boy’s ribs,<\/span><\/p>\n

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and gave up the fight ‘fore it could begin.<\/span><\/p>\n

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But the boy, being kind, and learning to share,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Opened the tin and called the cat there.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The cat, rather frightened, stepped up to the tin,<\/span><\/p>\n

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and they had their meal like the two were kin.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Then they walked, side-by-side, as good as old friends,<\/span><\/p>\n

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to the teacup and house, and the boy now pretends:<\/span><\/p>\n

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Not one of the three feels lonely today,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Though all had started, alone and as strays.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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A short, false-rhyme poem about a cat, a teacup, and a boy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":871,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"episode_type":"","audio_file":"","cover_image":"","cover_image_id":"","duration":"","filesize":"","date_recorded":"","explicit":"","block":"","filesize_raw":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[166,170,100,88,169,71,168],"series":[],"class_list":["post-154","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-cat","tag-friendship","tag-kids","tag-love","tag-orphan","tag-poetry","tag-story"],"episode_featured_image":"https:\/\/blog.alexisveenendaal.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/b24386_947dbfe5751c4d368f7ddb15292b07bb_mv2-e1650802224466.png","episode_player_image":"https:\/\/blog.alexisveenendaal.com\/wp-content\/plugins\/seriously-simple-podcasting\/assets\/images\/no-album-art.png","download_link":"","player_link":"","audio_player":false,"episode_data":{"playerMode":"dark","subscribeUrls":{"amazon":{"key":"amazon","url":"https:\/\/music.amazon.ca\/podcasts\/09c34bbc-b359-49af-a286-31830ed5634c\/short-stories","label":"Amazon","class":"amazon","icon":"amazon.png"},"apple_podcasts":{"key":"apple_podcasts","url":"https:\/\/podcasts.apple.com\/us\/podcast\/short-stories\/id1621456328","label":"Apple Podcasts","class":"apple_podcasts","icon":"apple-podcasts.png"},"google_play":{"key":"google_play","url":"https:\/\/podcasts.google.com\/feed\/aHR0cHM6Ly9hbGV4aXN2ZWVuZW5kYWFsLmNvbS9mZWVkL3BvZGNhc3Qvc2hvcnQtc3Rvcmllcw","label":"Google Play","class":"google_play","icon":"google-play.png"},"google_podcasts":{"key":"google_podcasts","url":"https:\/\/podcasts.google.com\/feed\/aHR0cHM6Ly9hbGV4aXN2ZWVuZW5kYWFsLmNvbS9mZWVkL3BvZGNhc3Qvc2hvcnQtc3Rvcmllcw","label":"Google Podcasts","class":"google_podcasts","icon":"google-podcasts.png"},"spotify":{"key":"spotify","url":"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/show\/0lcQCRs52MfYlKs35lVX4K","label":"Spotify","class":"spotify","icon":"spotify.png"},"itunes":{"key":"itunes","url":"https:\/\/podcasts.apple.com\/us\/podcast\/short-stories\/id1621456328","label":"iTunes","class":"itunes","icon":"itunes.png"}},"rssFeedUrl":"https:\/\/blog.alexisveenendaal.com\/feed\/podcast\/default-podcast","embedCode":"

The Cat, the Teacup, and the Boy<\/a><\/blockquote>