One of the fine literary celebrations of cats is Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats by T S Eliot. Here are a few lines from a poem in that collection, "The Naming of Cats."
from The Naming of Cats by T S Eliot
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
My grandmother liked to trick us grandchildren with riddles and this rhyme was one of her favorites.
As I was going to St Ives
I met a man with seven wives.
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits,
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were going to St Ives?