The Inscrutable Cat
She crouches, a silent golden sphinx,
And thinks and drowses and yawns and thinks . . .
Of cosmic riddles old as Osiris?
Behold her there like a fur-swatched heiress,
A jewel-eyed hedonist whose mind
Is filled with the thoughts of her occult kind:
Herself and her own desires. In short,
Will I let her stay on the davenport
Or put her out? And dare she try
To capture a goldfish by-and-by?
Veiled and inscrutable, she hunches
And ponders profoundly how soon lunch is.
-- (Georgie Starbuck Gailbraith)
It has come to my attention that you have been deprived of my presence for some time. This outrageous situation must be rectified at once, and I have instructed NiftyWriter to correct it immediately, on pain of my everlasting disdain.
The pathetic humans believed I would be mollified by their offering of wine and ridiculous kitchen linen. It is foolishness like that which causes me to despair for humanity.
Nothing can assuage the pain of such disrespect! However, I will condescend to accept tokens of atonement and abject groveling.
|This is a step in the right direction, human.|
Going forward, all laps become my personal thrones. The photo on the right depicts a reasonably good start.
Although, I notice there are no delicious treats being proffered here.
See to it that I am left undisturbed for several hours. Your legs are numb and you need to get up? I don't want to hear it.
Have you forgotten that I have been ignored for well over a year on NiftyIdeas? Yes, I will never let that egregious fact be forgotten.
The world has been deprived of me for too long and it is necessary for me to take matters into my own paws.
The world has also been deprived of updates on the terrible twosome, aka Apollo and Artemis. This is perhaps for the best. They continue to display behavior unbecoming to cats and both of them bring shame upon
I shall commence redoubling my effort to restore order and serenity in the Kingdom of Freya.
Thank gods it's FreyaDay!
|Look at those two. Just look at them!|