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This event began 08/17/2025 and repeats every year forever

Cat Nights begin on August 17th - display any text or art concerning cats. <Cat Nights begin on August 17. This term harks back to the days when people believed in witches. A rather obscure old Irish legend said that a witch could turn herself into a cat eight times, but on the ninth time (August 17), she couldn’t regain her human form. This bit of folklore also gives us the saying, “A cat has nine lives.” Because August is a yowly time for cats, this may have prompted the speculation about witches on the prowl in the first place. Also, nights continue to get longer. Cats, crepuscular creatures, are nocturnal hunters. Their superior night vision means that the nights belong to them. citing 

 

POETRY

 

A Seventeenth Witch

It was a quiet morning, in an eighth seventeenth

Miss Sarah, a witch, had a really long day

A witch, that she is, that she is

The clouds full from night dings, all seem calm underneath

Miss Sarah, wait an encounter, in the street

A witch, that she is, that she is

A tree crack begin a sing, mashes like titans teeth

Miss Sarah, now no human feet, but purring

A witch, that she is, that she is

A girl cry, I am falling! shouts from anger bequeath

Miss Sarah, know hands weave cruel from the lightning

A witch, that she is, that she is

Cat shade, spells from lightning cling, in nights eighth seventeenth

Miss Sarah, four legged, know where the light land

A witch, that she is, that she is

Through parks, dodge wild cans, running, past bright cars underneath

Miss Sarah, absorb the cruelty fore the street

A witch, that she is, that she is

Boom! she leap side hot white bling, she fall on concrete teeth  

Miss Sarah... feel wet licks and a quiet warmth

A witch, that she is, that she is

Eyes open to soeur earrings, We Won! now eighth eighteenth

Miss Sarah, in the pawed coven, knew the price

A witch, that she is, that she is

A teen wait for a purring, cause her mother bequeath

Miss Sarah, in her daughter's arms, now home, safe

A witch, that she is, that she is

No image through tweet will bring, witch pride last seventeenth

Miss Sarah, side sisters, saved all, quietly

A witch, that each is, that each is

If you see a black, purring, rubbing, please don't seethe

Miss Sarah, or sister maybe, just friendly

A witch, that she is, that she is

from
Richard Murray

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