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Trev poem Old Tom

Old Tom The Catnip King, was written after observing our ‘Bonus’ cat, Jasper, sunning himself in the garden.

Jasper, a white Persian, was a show cat when he was younger and he lived in the house at the corner of our street until, one day, he dropped by our house, the house that boasted three, obviously pampered well fed cats.For the next month we made twice daily trips to take Jasper home, but when we got up in the morning we’d find him asleep guarding the cat food bowls.

He was a friendly old thing and didn’t bother any of the other cats, or dogs, in fact many a time we’d find him curled up next to my Springer, Molly

He was also the laziest cat I’ve ever seen. Not long after his original owners posted his pedigree papers through the letterbox with a smiley note saying,‘Keep him, he obviously prefers it at yours,’ I found him lying in the garden with a blackbird perched on a plant pot, not six inches away from his deadly claws. I thought Jasper was asleep but then he growled at the bird to shoo it away from his space. I finally found out why he was so laid back when I spent a long summer’s morning working with Doreen in the garden.

Jasper spent it lying in the middle of a large, catnip plant. Now, I don’t know if you know, but catnip is in the same family of plants as cannabis; all was explained

After a couple of hours of sniffing his drug of choice Jasper went back up the garden and flopped down by the pond. Within five minutes, sparrows, blackbirds and pigeons were hopping about pecking at the wild bird seed we’d thrown down that morning.

They knew they were completely safe.


Old Tom cat was loitering
around the garden pond,
watching fishes tease him,
too lazy to respond.

A blackbird landed near him,
hopped about without a care.
He knew when Tom was in this mood
he wouldn’t turn a hair.

A mouse strolled round the garden
at a leisurely kind of pace.
Old fat Tom ignored her
he didn't want to chase.

The neighbour’s dog looked through the fence
and barked a warning bark,
Tom smiled at him serenely,
ignoring the remark.

As the day got warmer
Tom eyed a leafy bush.
He took his time to get there,
there really was no rush.

He lay beside the catnip
and breathed its heavy scent.
Then rolled over on his back
Once again content.

Meet The Author...
Trevor Belshaw
Who Am I?

Trevor Belshaw, aka T A Belshaw and Trevor Forest, hails from the village of Ruddington in Nottinghamshire. Trevor was married to Doreen, who sadly passed away last year and has two grown up children, Tamsyn and Daniel, two grandchildren, Minnie and William, a mad Springer Spaniel called Maisie and an upstairs cat named Misha.

Trevor has produced two satire based adult novels for Crooked Cat Publishing, Tracy's Hot Mail and Tracy's Celebrity Hot Mail and twelve children’s books (ages 7-11), including Peggy Larkin's War, The Wishnotist, Stanley Stickle Hates Homework and The Magic Molly series written under the name Trevor Forest. He is currently working on the seventh Magic Molly book, Magic Molly and the Murky Marshes.

All of Trevor’s books are available in Kindle and paperback versions. The first Magic Molly book, Magic Molly, The Mirror Maze is currently FREE for Kindle users

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