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Cats
Posted by: Pam Adams (---.bus.csupomona.edu)
Date: October 07, 2004 01:19PM

From today's Writer's Almanac: "It was on this day in 1982 that the musical Cats first opened on Broadway."

Macavity: The Mystery Cat

Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw -
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime - Macavity's not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime - Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air -
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!

Mcavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square -
But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!

He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's.
And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair -
Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!

And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty's gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair -
But it's useless to investigate - Mcavity's not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
`It must have been Macavity!' - but he's a mile away.
You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long-division sums.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibi, and one or two to spaer:
At whatever time the deed took place - MACAVITY WASN'T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!

-T.S. Eliot

pam


Re: Cats
Posted by: JohnnySansCulo (---.nycmny83.covad.net)
Date: October 07, 2004 02:11PM

The Rum Tum Tugger

The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat:
If you offer him pheasant he would rather have grouse.
If you put him in a house he would much prefer a flat,
If you put him in a flat then he'd rather have a house.
If you set him on a mouse then he only wants a rat,
If you set him on a rat then he'd rather chase a mouse.
Yes the Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat--
And there isn't any call for me to shout it:
For he will do
As he do do
And there's no doing anything about it!

The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore:
When you let him in, then he wants to be out;
He's always on the wrong side of every door,
And as soon as he's at home, then he'd like to get about.
He likes to lie in the bureau drawer,
But he makes such a fuss if he can't get out.

Yes the Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat--
And there isn't any use for you to doubt it:
For he will do
As he do do
And there's no doing anything about it!

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious beast:
His disobliging ways are a matter of habit.
If you offer him fish then he always wants a feast;
When there isn't any fish then he won't eat rabbit.
If you offer him cream then he sniffs and sneers,
For he only likes what he finds for himself;

So you'll catch him in it right up to the ears,
If you put it away on the larder shelf.
The Rum Tum Tugger is artful and knowing,
The Rum Tum Tugger doesn't care for a cuddle;
But he'll leap on your lap in the middle of your sewing,
For there's nothing he enjoys like a horrible muddle.
Yes the Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat--
And there isn't any need for me to spout it:
For he will do
As he do do
And theres no doing anything about it!


Re: Cats
Posted by: lg (---.ca.charter.com)
Date: October 07, 2004 02:22PM

Here's my favorite:

The Retired Cat
William Cowper

A poet's cat, sedate and grave
As poet well could wish to have,
Was much addicted to inquire
For nooks to which she might retire,
And where, secure as mouse in chink,
She might repose, or sit and think.
I know not where she caught the trick—
Nature perhaps herself had cast her
In such a mould philosophique,
Or else she learn'd it of her master.
Sometimes ascending, debonair,
An apple-tree or lofty pear,
Lodg'd with convenience in the fork,
She watch'd the gardener at his work;
Sometimes her ease and solace sought
In an old empty wat'ring-pot;
There, wanting nothing save a fan
To seem some nymph in her sedan,
Apparell'd in exactest sort,
And ready to be borne to court.

But love of change, it seems, has place
Not only in our wiser race;
Cats also feel, as well as we,
That passion's force, and so did she.
Her climbing, she began to find,
Expos'd her too much to the wind,
And the old utensil of tin
Was cold and comfortless within:
She therefore wish'd instead of those
Some place of more serene repose,
Where neither cold might come, nor air
Too rudely wanton with her hair,
And sought it in the likeliest mode
Within her master's snug abode.

A drawer, it chanc'd, at bottom lin'd
With linen of the softest kind,
With such as merchants introduce
From India, for the ladies' use—
A drawer impending o'er the rest,
Half-open in the topmost chest,
Of depth enough, and none to spare,
Invited her to slumber there;
Puss with delight beyond expression
Survey'd the scene, and took possession.
Recumbent at her ease ere long,
And lull'd by her own humdrum song,
She left the cares of life behind,
And slept as she would sleep her last,
When in came, housewifely inclin'd
The chambermaid, and shut it fast;
By no malignity impell'd,
But all unconscious whom it held.

Awaken'd by the shock, cried Puss,
"Was ever cat attended thus!
The open drawer was left, I see,
Merely to prove a nest for me.
For soon as I was well compos'd,
Then came the maid, and it was clos'd.
How smooth these kerchiefs, and how sweet!
Oh, what a delicate retreat!
I will resign myself to rest
Till Sol, declining in the west,
Shall call to supper, when, no doubt,
Susan will come and let me out."

The evening came, the sun descended,
And puss remain'd still unattended.
The night roll'd tardily away
(With her indeed 'twas never day),
The sprightly morn her course renew'd,
The evening gray again ensued,
And puss came into mind no more
han if entomb'd the day before.
With hunger pinch'd, and pinch'd for room,
She now presag'd approaching doom,
Nor slept a single wink, or purr'd,
Conscious of jeopardy incurr'd.

That night, by chance, the poet watching
Heard an inexplicable scratching;
His noble heart went pit-a-pat
And to himself he said, "What's that?"
He drew the curtain at his side,
And forth he peep'd, but nothing spied;
Yet, by his ear directed, guess'd
Something imprison'd in the chest,
And, doubtful what, with prudent care
Resolv'd it should continue there.
At length a voice which well he knew,
A long and melancholy mew,
Saluting his poetic ears,
Consol'd him, and dispell'd his fears:
He left his bed, he trod the floor,
He 'gan in haste the drawers explore,
The lowest first, and without stop
The rest in order to the top;
For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it come to light,
In ev'ry cranny but the right.
Forth skipp'd the cat, not now replete
As erst with airy self-conceit,
Nor in her own fond apprehension
A theme for all the world's attention,
But modest, sober, cured of all
Her notions hyperbolical,
And wishing for a place of rest
Anything rather than a chest.
Then stepp'd the poet into bed,
With this reflection in his head:

MORAL

Beware of too sublime a sense
Of your own worth and consequence.
The man who dreams himself so great,
And his importance of such weight,
That all around in all that's done
Must move and act for him alone,
Will learn in school of tribulation
The folly of his expectation.

Les


Re: Cats
Posted by: JohnnySansCulo (---.nycmny83.covad.net)
Date: October 07, 2004 03:27PM

I could never sucessfully convince people that Cats was a musical by Andrew "Dice" Webber


Re: Cats
Posted by: Marian-NYC (---.nyc1.dsl.speakeasy.net)
Date: October 08, 2004 12:32PM


RETIRED CAT - what a delight! I'm sharing this with lots of friends.

Language changes... pronunciation and spelling change... styles come and go ... but CATS ARE THE SAME.


Re: Cats
Posted by: lg (---.ca.charter.com)
Date: October 08, 2004 02:16PM

Here's one I shared with Stephen, he of the 37 cats, some time ago:

To A Cat

Algernon Charles Swinburne


Stately, kindly, lordly friend,
Condescend
Here to sit by me, and turn
Glorious eyes that smile and burn,
Golden eyes, love's lustrous meed,
On the golden page I read.

All your wondrous wealth of hair,
Dark and fair,
Silken-shaggy, soft and bright
As the clouds and beams of night,
Pays my reverent hand's caress
Back with friendlier gentleness.

Dogs may fawn on all and some
As they come;
You, a friend of loftier mind,
Answer friends alone in kind.
Just your foot upon my hand
Softly bids it understand.

Morning round this silent sweet
Garden-seat
Sheds its wealth of gathering light,
Thrills the gradual clouds with might,
Changes woodland, orchard, heath,
Lawn, and garden there beneath.

Fair and dim they gleamed below:
Now they glow
Deep as even your sunbright eyes,
Fair as even the wakening skies.
Can it not or can it be
Now that you give thanks to see ?

May not you rejoice as I,
Seeing the sky
Change to heaven revealed, and bid
Earth reveal the heaven it hid
All night long from stars and moon,
Now the sun sets all in tune?

What within you wakes with day
Who can say?
All too little may we tell,
Friends who like each other well,
What might haply, if we might,
Bid us read our lives aright.

Wild on woodland ways your sires
Flashed like fires;
Fair as flame and fierce and fleet
As with wings on wingless feet
Shone and sprang your mother, free,
Bright and brave as wind or sea.

Free and proud and glad as they,
Here to-day
Rests or roams their radiant child,
Vanquished not, but reconciled,
Free from curb of aught above
Save the lovely curb of love.

Love through dreams of souls divine
Fain would shine
Round a dawn whose light and song
Then should right our mutual wrong---
Speak, and seal the love-lit law
Sweet Assisi's seer foresaw.

Dreams were theirs; yet haply may
Dawn a day
When such friends and fellows born,
Seeing our earth as fair at morn,
May for wiser love's sake see
More of heaven's deep heart than we.


Les


Re: Cats
Posted by: StephenFryer (---.l5.c4.dsl.pol.co.uk)
Date: October 08, 2004 04:02PM

My turn! My turn!

Milk for the Cat

When the tea is brought at five o'clock,
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there.

At first she pretends, having nothing to do,
She has come in merely to blink by the grate,
But, though tea may be late or the milk may be sour,
She is never late.

And presently her agate eyes
Take a soft large milky haze,
And her independent casual glance
Becomes a stiff, hard gaze.

Then she stamps her claws or lifts her ears,
Or twists her tail and begins to stir,
Till suddenly all her lithe body becomes
One breathing, trembling purr.

The children eat and wriggle and laugh;
The two old ladies stroke their silk:
But the cat is grown small and thin with desire,
Transformed to a creeping lust for milk.

The white saucer like some full moon descends
At last from the clouds of the table above;
She sighs and dreams and thrills and glows,
Transfigured with love.

She nestles over the shining rim,
Buries her chin in the creamy sea;
Her tail hangs loose; each drowsy paw
Is doubled under each bending knee.

A long, dim ecstasy holds her life;
Her world is an infinite shapeless white,
Till her tongue has curled the last holy drop,
Then she sinks back into the night,

Draws and dips her body to heap
Her sleepy nerves in the great arm-chair,
Lies defeated and buried deep
Three or four hours unconscious there.

-- Harold Monro

Stephen


Re: Cats
Posted by: JohnnySansCulo (---.dyn.optonline.net)
Date: October 08, 2004 08:09PM

seems like a good time for that Fat Clemenza of a cat to make an appearance !


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Re: Cats
Posted by: Roma (---.193.pu.ru)
Date: October 09, 2004 02:03AM


Re: Cats
Posted by: IanB (---.tnt11.mel1.da.uu.net)
Date: October 09, 2004 03:49AM

One for the cat collection:

Lady Feeding The Cats
by Douglas Stewart (1913-1985)

Shuffling along in her broken shoes from the slums,
A blue-eyed lady showing the weather’s stain,
Her long dress green and black like a pine in the rain,
Her bonnet much bedraggled, daily she comes
Uphill past the Moreton Bays and the smoky gums
With a sack of bones on her back and a song in her brain
To feed those outlaws prowling about the Domain,
Those furtive she-cats and those villainous toms.

Proudly they step to meet her, they march together
With an arching of backs and a waving of plumy tails
And smiles that swear they never would harm a feather.
They rub at her legs for the bounty that never fails,
They think she is a princess out of a tower,
And so she is, she is trembling with love and power.

Meat, it is true, is meat, and demands attention
But this is the sweetest moment that they know
Whose courtship even is a hiss, a howl and a blow,
At so much kindness passing their comprehension
–Beggars and rogues who never deserved this pension–
some recollection of old punctilio
dawns in their eyes, and as she moves to go
they turn their battered heads in condescension.

She smiles and walks back lightly to the slums.
If she has fed their bodies, they have fed
More than the body in her; they purr like drums,
Their tails are banners and fountains inside her head.
The times are hard for exiled aristocrats,
But gracious and sweet it is to be queen of the cats.


Re: Cats
Posted by: Hugh Clary (---.denver-05rh15-16rt.co.dial-access.att.net)
Date: October 10, 2004 10:36AM

Roma (---.193.pu.ru)

Мы имеем гостей от России? Oчень славной!.

First Russian visitor I remember seeing here - welcome.


Re: Cats
Posted by: peternsz (---.client.comcast.net)
Date: October 11, 2004 12:21AM

On a Favourite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Goldfishes

Twas on a lofty vase's side,
Where China's gayest art had dyed
The azure flowers that blow,
Demurest of the tabby kind,
The pensive Selima, reclined,
Gazed on the lake below.

Her conscious tail her joy declared:
The fair round face, the snowy beard,
The velvet of her paws,
Her coat that with the tortoise vies,
Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,
She saw; and purr'd applause.

Still had she gazed, but 'midst the tide
Two angel forms were seen to glide,
The Genii of the stream:
Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue
Through richest purple to the view
Betray'd a golden gleam.

The hapless Nymph with wonder saw:
A whisker first, and then a claw
With many an ardent wish
She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize—
What female heart can gold despise?
What Cat's averse to Fish?

Presumptuous maid! with looks intent
Again she stretch'd, again she bent,
Nor knew the gulf between—
Malignant Fate sat by and smiled—
The slippery verge her feet beguiled;
She tumbled headlong in!

Eight times emerging from the flood
She mew'd to every watery God
Some speedy aid to send:—
No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd,
Nor cruel Tom nor Susan heard—
A favourite has no friend!

From hence, ye Beauties, undeceived,
Know one false step is ne'er retrieved,
And be with caution bold:
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts, is lawful prize,
Nor all that glisters, gold!

Thomas Gray


Re: Cats
Posted by: Roma (---.193.pu.ru)
Date: October 12, 2004 04:08PM

Yes. I'm from Russia. I live in Saint-Petersburg.
I've been reading this forum for about a year.

Do you speak Russian, Hugh?


Re: Cats
Posted by: Marian-NYC (---.nyc1.dsl.speakeasy.net)
Date: October 12, 2004 07:25PM

Dabro pazhalavath, Roma!

I don't speak Russian, but a learned a few phrases when I worked for someone who did. It took me a WEEK to learn to say ZDRAST-VWEET-YA (hello).

Marian/Masha


Re: Cats
Posted by: Hugh Clary (---.denver-05rh15-16rt.co.dial-access.att.net)
Date: October 13, 2004 12:14PM

Do you speak Russian, Hugh?

I was a Russian linguist in the Army, but that was over 30 years ago. I have forgotten almost everything by now.

Я был русской переводчиком в армии, но то находилось над 30
летами тому назад. Я почти совсем забывал теперь.


Re: Cats
Posted by: Roma (---.193.pu.ru)
Date: October 14, 2004 05:58PM

Hugh and Marian,

Thank you for warm welcome!

Macavity was the first English poem I learnt by heart. My English language teacher punished me this way for not doing my homework.

Here is one more 'cat' poem:

Calico Cat's by e.e. cummings

Calico Cat's
declawed
who used to
rip the silkysoft Persian
carpet
and shred onetwothreefourfive chipmunksjustlikethat
Jesus
there was a handsome puss
and what I want to know is
how would you like your nails pulled out
Mister Vet

---

P.S. By the way the greeting 'Здравствуйте' [Zdravstvujte] (Hello) in Russian literally means 'have good health'. So each time we meet we wish each other good health. Unfortunately it doesn't make our nation healthier.


Re: Cats
Posted by: Marian-NYC (---.nyc1.dsl.speakeasy.net)
Date: October 14, 2004 07:24PM

Good, I feel better knowing it took me a whole week to learn THREE words, not just one.


Re: Cats
Posted by: JohnnySansCulo (---.nycmny83.covad.net)
Date: October 15, 2004 04:16PM

"Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea." ~ Robert A. Heinlein


Re: Cats
Posted by: StephenFryer (---.l2.c4.dsl.pol.co.uk)
Date: October 17, 2004 03:49PM

Roma, you don't fool me!
Calico Cat is by Henry Beard, in his Poetry For Cats book of parodies. Funny, though!

Here's The Yellow Goldfish, by William Carlos Williams's cat aka Henry Beard:

so much depends
upon

a yellow gold
fish

washed down with bowl
water

inside the white
kitten.

(Pam, remember the old cat with one ear, named Nowty? She died this morning. I'll miss her.)

Stephen


Re: Cats
Posted by: rikki (---.carlnfd1.nsw.optusnet.com.au)
Date: October 17, 2004 07:58PM

My condolences, Stephen. My lovable furry friend, Nigel, died this morning too - aged 16.
It's a sad, sad day.

r.


Re: Cats
Posted by: glenda (---.client.comcast.net)
Date: October 17, 2004 09:52PM

Stephen and Rikki,

I'm sorry to hear about your pets. I know from experience how sad it can be, but try to keep in mind what a good life you gave them.


Re: Cats
Posted by: Roma (---.193.pu.ru)
Date: October 18, 2004 04:42PM

Calico Cat is by Henry Beard, in his Poetry For Cats book of parodies.

Oops! ... I'm sorry I put the wrong title by mistake. It should be:

Calico Cat's by e.e. cummings's cat
^^^

It was not deliberate.

I'm sure I've already met Calico Cat (with correct title smiling smiley posted in this forum but I could not find the thread.

Thank you, Stephen.


Re: Cats
Posted by: rikki (---.carlnfd1.nsw.optusnet.com.au)
Date: October 18, 2004 07:02PM

Thanks Glenda, you're right - he had a happy life, and I have lots of happy memories to hold onto.

rikki smiling smiley


Re: Cats
Posted by: Pamela (---.bus.csupomona.edu)
Date: October 18, 2004 07:14PM

Definitely my condolences. Tell her to look for my friend Ann- she'll take care of her.

pam


Re: Cats
Posted by: JohnnySansCulo (---.dyn.optonline.net)
Date: October 21, 2004 01:04AM

here is a picture of Edgar Muffin


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Re: Cats
Posted by: peternsz (---.client.comcast.net)
Date: October 21, 2004 02:12AM

You're breakin my heart with all these pictures of beautiful cats.


Re: Cats
Posted by: glenda (---.client.comcast.net)
Date: October 21, 2004 10:10AM

This is Jake. He's not beautiful, but he has a good personality and promising financial prospects.



Sorry this doesn't work. I don't know how to fix it. Duh...........



Post Edited (10-21-04 09:16)


Cat haters handbook
Posted by: ilza (---.162.243.93.user.ajato.com.br)
Date: October 21, 2004 11:10AM

I LOVE CATS
.
for those who don't ... ( believe it or not, some people don't ! )

In 1981, two of Shel Silverstein's friends, editor and poet William Cole
( who was the first editor to reject one of his books, but later managed to become a close friend ) and Tomi Ungerer collaborated on a small book titled, "Cat-Hater's Handbook or The Ailurophobe's Delight".

There are poems by Cole, Ogden Nash, William Faulkner, Mark Twain, Henry Morgan and others.
...........
What could it be ?
William Cole

I really do not like that cat;
I don't know why, it's maybe that
She's vicious, rude, cruel, ungrateful,
Smelly, treacherous, and hateful,
Supercilious, stupid, eerie,
Thoroughly boring, dull, and dreary,
Scheming, cold, and unproductive,
Inconvenient and destructive --
But most, I've just a feeling that
I really do not like that cat!
......................
Research
Sehl Silverstein

Oh, I have tried with knife and clippers
Sickle, sword, and baseball bat,
With hammer, hatchet, scissors, shears,
Eletric razors, chisels, spears,
And I can tell you this, my dears,
There's just ONE way to skin a cat.


Re: Cat haters handbook
Posted by: Pam Adams (---.bus.csupomona.edu)
Date: October 21, 2004 01:48PM

I read somewhere that while ailurophobia is a real disease, there is no equivalent for 'fear of dogs.' People who are afraid of dogs are usually scared for a reason- they've been bitten, or their parents made them scared.

pam


Re: Cat haters handbook
Posted by: ilza (---.162.243.93.user.ajato.com.br)
Date: October 22, 2004 06:49AM

I have a cousin whom we lovely nicknamed Dog-meat ...
since he was a toddler, whenever a dog sees him, he is chased to the bones ...
go figure !

one more reason to love cats - they simply ignore people they don't like ...
how cool is that !


Re: Cats
Posted by: lg (---.dhcp.trlk.ca.charter.com)
Date: May 06, 2005 01:55PM

bump


Re: Cats
Posted by: Veronika (---.213.143.81.63.dc.telemach.net)
Date: May 07, 2005 04:52AM

You probably all know this one, but it's one of my favourites:

(from Jubilate Agno by Christpher Smart)

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.

For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.

For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.

For is this done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.

For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his prayer.

For he rolls upon prank to work it in.

For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself.

For this he performs in ten degrees.

For first he looks upon his fore-paws to see if they are clean.

For secondly he kicks up behind to clear away there.

For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the fore paws extended.

For fourthly he sharpens his paws by wood.

For fifthly he washes himself.

For Sixthly he rolls upon wash.

For Seventhly he fleas himself, that he may not be interrupted upon the beat.

For Eighthly he rubs himself against a post.

For Ninthly he looks up for his instructions.

For Tenthly he goes in quest of food.

For having consider'd God and himself he will consider his neighbour.

For if he meets another cat he will kiss her in kindness.

For when he takes his prey he plays with it to give it chance.

For one mouse in seven escapes by his dallying.

For when his day's work is done his business more properly begins.

For he keeps the Lord's watch in the night against the adversary.

For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.

For he counteracts the Devil, who is death, by brisking about the life

For in his morning orisons he loves the sun and the sun loves him.

For he is of the tribe of Tiger.

For the Cherub Cat is a term of the Angel Tiger.

For he has the subtlety and hissing of a serpent, which in goodness he suppresses.

For he will not do destruction, if he is well-fed, neither will he spit without provocation.

For he purrs in thankfulness, when God tells him he's a good Cat.

For he is an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.

For every house is incompleat without him and a blessing is lacking in the spirit.

For the Lord commanded Moses concerning the cats at the departure of the Children of Israel from Egypt.

For every family had one cat at least in the bag.

For the English Cats are the best in Europe.

For he is the cleanest in the use of his fore-paws of any quadrupede.

For the dexterity of his defence is an instance of the love of God to him exceedingly.

For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.

For he is tenacious of his point.

For he is a mixture of gravity and waggery.

For he knows that God is his Saviour.

For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.

For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.

For he is of the Lord's poor and so indeed is he called by benevolence perpetually -- Poor Jeoffry! poor Jeoffry! the rat has bit thy throat.

For I bless the name of the Lord Jesus that Jeoffry is better.

For the divine spirit comes about his body to sustain it in compleat cat.

For his tongue is exceeding pure so that it has in purity what it wants in musick.

For he is docile and can learn certain things.

For he can set up with gravity which is patience upon approbation.

For he can fetch and carry, which is patience in employment.

For he can jump over a stick which is patience upon proof positive.

For he can spraggle upon waggle at the word of command.

For he can jump from an eminence into his master's bosom.

For he can catch the cork and toss it again.

For he is hated by the hypocrite and miser.

For the former is affraid of detection.

For the latter refuses the charge.

For he camels his back to bear the first notion of business.

For he is good to think on, if a man would express himself neatly.

For he made a great figure in Egypt for his signal services.

For he killed the Icneumon-rat very pernicious by land.

For his ears are so acute that they sting again.

For from this proceeds the passing quickness of his attention.

For by stroaking of him I have found out electricity.

For I perceived God's light about him both wax and fire.

For the Electrical fire is the spiritual substance, which God sends from heaven to sustain the bodies both of man and beast.

For God has blessed him in the variety of his movements.

For, tho he cannot fly, he is an excellent clamberer.

For his motions upon the face of the earth are more than any other quadrupede.

For he can tread to all the measures upon the musick.

For he can swim for life.
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And another much shorter by Lisa Malone, titled A Cat's Prayer:

Lead me down all the right paths,
keep me from fleas, bees and baths.

Let me in should it storm,
keep me safe, fed and worm.

Let the sun shine where lay
keep me young so I may play.

And most of all ...

Bless the people I adore
and guard me from the dog next door.



Post Edited (05-07-05 09:57)

It's no good, if you can't eat it.




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