Tibbs Out On The Tiles

By skinner_jennifer

Sun, 06 Jul 2025
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14 comments
 

Dear diary...When hearing

meow echo memories rise;

seeing adorable Tibby

captured in a snapshot

that conjures cherished

words...

 

should depictions deepen when

moving on? Treasure stored till

time for reaching out, releasing

persona sweeping down years;

study nurtured – not weathered.

 

I remember aroma of air that

welcomed Tibby home for food

and affection. Always the drifter

with soft pads and gestured

stalk, spurred on by stirring

next door's alluring brambles

that seemed to take on a life

of their own.

 

Adventure began nonchalantly;

leaping up on neighbour's tiles,

where clouds bring cool breezes;

roof's haven away from annoying

midges that bring nasty itches.

 

Spurred on by sudden movement;

waiting patiently; something

stirs in undergrowth only Tibbs 

can see, her tail curls like

spiraling tendril clinging on the

vine...

 

as from tall grass a mouse at

breakneck speed runs off, but

Tibby doesn't move, knows from

past experience creature can't

be caught; observing fluttering

butterfly wings more interesting,

while swarm of bees exploring

nectar of trees.

 

Grass is soft and comfy, bed of

drowsy caressed gestures, where

whispered shadows soon swallow

up the day, bridging gap before

return of nightfall – then Tibby

returns home once more.

 

Photo is my own.

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by airyfairy on

What a lovely memory, Jenny. This will strike a chord with all us cat lovers! Oh yes, that movement only they are privy to, and the way the tail curls. They all have their particular ways of moving and their routines. A very enjoyable read on this Sunday afternoon.

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there Airyfairy,

Tibby was my very first cat back in 1979 when I got married and moved into our first house. It was a cats paradise, because the old lady who lived next door let her garden go completely wild. There were a couple of other cats that used to play in there with Tibby, and they would have fun playing in the bushes and long grass. They were happy days, that sadly didn't last...but I like to look back on the good times.

Glad you liked this little memory, and thank you so much for letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Enjoyed very much, too. How lovely for you to see what your cat got up to :0) Thank you for sharing your memory

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Ah! That's so kind of you to say Di. Tibby used to sit up on the roof watching the world go by, it was a great vantage point. especially in the Spring when everything was just waking up. I'm happy you enjoyed and thank you for letting me know.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Sooz006 on

A beautiful poem ... and a nudge to all us cat owners to give them all the love  they deserve. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I agree Sooz, pets need love, care and attention.

Thank you for reading and your kind words.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Turlough on

Cats come and go but they're always loved and always remembered.

Your words tell me that Tibby was very much a loved cat and character.

Nice one Jenny.

Turlough

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Turlough,

you know, you're right. I'll never forget Tibby, mainly because it was the first cat I owned entirely on my own, though I'd had cats before, they'd always been part of the family. Yes a real character was our Tibby, always off on adventures returning when hungry, or needing affection.

Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts, which are always appreciated.

I know you'll understand: Love and Peace to all in the world.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

Submitted by marandina on

Ah...we remember them all. Quite poignant reading this on the 7th birthday of my beloved ginger toms - Travis & Perkins. A lovely read. Thanks for sharing the memory, Jenny. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Two Ginger toms, that's quite something Paul...I love their names too. I find ginger toms are usually very independent and self-sufficient in more ways than one, they are also very wise and can sense danger very quickly.

Tibby was a stray and didn't like being cooped up for long, which suited me fine at the time, because I was working. 

Thank you so much for sharing your story and reading my memory, glad you liked.

Jenny..

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

If you have your cats neutered they don't roam around like that all the time. You should always have them fixed in any case wild (domestic) cats are a massive problem. Unless of course you breed to "show" cats.

I knew girls who showed persians the cats were lovely too, in modest gentle dignity.You can actually teach them tricks, but more of a dog person myself.

Hope you are well Jenny! Tom

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Tom,

this was back in 1979, so long ago. It's just a poem about Tibby, expressing my feelings.

Thank you for reading and your thoughts.

I'm well, hope you are too.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by hilary west on

A beautiful little word picture here Jenny. I enjioyed it immensely. Cats are wonderful, aren't they. Tibbs is no exception.

hilary  smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Happy you liked this little trip down memory lane Hilary. I agree cats are wonderful and yes Tibbs was such a great joy to share that part of my life with.

It's very kind of you to read and let me know you enjoyed.

Many thanks

Jenny.