Good Day, Humans.
What a to-do last night!
I believe there was some kind of madness in the air.
Tiny humans running door to door,
shrieking and calling for treats.
|The scene at this establishment last night.|
Why ever did young humans interpret this
as an invitation? Sssssssilly humansss!
Or was it tricks?
I don't remember.
Anyway, who cares?
I was disturbed from my siesta.
Today, I must recover.
I shall lie down here and rest.
I will think of Eliot's wise words,
and listen to beautiful music.
Thank gods it's FreyaDay!
“With Cats, some say, one rule is true:
Don’t speak till you are spoken to.
Myself, I do not hold with that —
I say, you should ad-dress a Cat.
But always keep in mind that he
I bow, and taking off my hat,
Ad-dress him in this form: O Cat!
But if he is the Cat next door,
Whom I have often met before
(He comes to see me in my flat)
I greet him with an oopsa Cat!
I think I've heard them call him James —
But we've not got so far as names.”
― T.S. Eliot, Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats