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Thursday, April 12, 2007

She should win a medal...


What a sweet cat. I know Kate's been making numerous appearances on the blog lately. But she's so cute in pictures! To make this more substantial I will give 5 reasons why I love Kate.
1. She is softer than a rabbit.
2. She likes to snuggle.
3. She looks like a Beatrix Potter cat you could have tea with.
4. She gallops around sometimes.
5. She is generous with her purrs and strictly conversational with her meows. (No excessive meowing here.)

7 comments:

Kim said...

What a sweetheart! How I wish my husband were not allergic to cats! I should tell you sometime about the cat I once had named Frankie. He was wonderful and is the one who converted me to being a cat person. :)

jillyg said...

yes! that is what kate did for me, i was always uncomfortable around cats until her. now i am a cat lady. well, maybe not quite, but a lady with a cat.

Bora said...

I laud Kate's good points--but doesn't she shed like a beast?

jillyg said...

she does shed. a lot. it's that rabbit fur, it constantly renews itself...

Doug said...

Scout sheds, bites, and barks. You lucked out!

Scott said...

Jill-- Have you read the reglious poem about cats, actually one particular cat, by Christopher Smart? Good stuff!

Anyway, this is it. It was written in 1762. Christopher Smart has been deemed crazy but you might understand.

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For I will consider my Cat Jeoffrey
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 having consider'd God and himself he will consider his neighbor.
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 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 defense 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 the Lord's poor and so indeed is he called by benevolence perpetually -- Poor Jeoffrey! poor Jeoffrey! the rat has bit thy throat.
For I bless the name of the Lord Jesus that Jeoffrey is better.
For the divine spirit comes about his body to sustain it in compleat cat.

jillyg said...

i love the poem about jeoffrey!
thanks scott!