I've actually had an ode written about me by a lovely lady I know, here it is, it's called:-

IGGY, the station cat and the tale of the Catnip Mice.

Not short of a mouse or ten
A world entirely arranged To his satisfaction
Passionate about Catnip
I spy IGGY, King of Tynemouth
Luxuriously stretched out Claiming a whole bench
Basking in a warm patch of sunshine
I sidle up to him
Admiring his kingly eyes
He immediately senses treasure
In my bag of Catnip mice
And now he is my best friend
At least until he claims them for his own
They are all presents for my cat friends
And HE can't have one yet
But I'll definately get him one
A GIANT RIP SNORTER
For Christmas
But not now
But IGGY has different ideas
NO doesn't happen in his world
And Christmas is TOO far away
And the smell of a Catnip mouse
Sreams
NOW!!
A hop a skip and he's beside me now
On my bench, on my lap
Clawing my knee, drawing blood as he scampers
Head first into my bag
"NO IGGY Santa does not come to thieves"
I cry, pulling him out
Undeterred he leaps in again
Unused to denial he goes in for the kill
The Metro rattles along
Sorry IGGY, I have to go
His gleaming eyes intent on my bag
Track me to the train
No IGGY, you cannot come on
But IGGY follows, zealously
Jealously stalking my Catnip mice
I push him through the doors
Just in time.....
There is no journey IGGY would not make
To catnap the Catnip and make the mice...
HIS.

Ode by C.A. Kemp.

Good eh!

Here's my all time favourite poem about cats. It's called THE MAFIA CATS and it's by Roger McGough.

We're the Mafia cats
Bugsy, Franco and Toni
We're crazy for pizza
With hot pepperoni

We run all the rackets
From gambling to vice
On St Valentine's Day
We massacre mice

We always wear shades
To show that we're meanies
Big hats, sharp suits
And drive Lamborghinis

We're the Mafia cats
Bugsy, Franco and Toni
Love Sicilian wine
And cheese macaroni

But we have a secret
(And if you dare tell
You'll end up with the kitten
At the bottom of the well

Or covered in concrete
And thrown in the deep
For this is one secret
You really must keep).

We're the Cosa Nostra
Run the scams and fiddles
But at home we are
Mopsy, Ginger and Tiddles.

If you have any photos, anecdotes, stories or anything about Iggy then let us know. If we print it you'll get full credit.