relaxedI want to run this by my fellow cat
I will close with a soliloquy from Shaketaile’s play, Felis Caesar:
Friends, felines, litter-mates, lend me your rears;
I come to bury my turds, not to display them.
The evil kitties do is their birthright,
The good is oft a happy accident,
Or naught but a dream dreamt by foolish mortals.
So let it be with Fluffy. The noble tabby
Hath told you Fluffy was a good kitty
If so, it were a grievous fault
And grievously hath Fluffy answered it
For Fluffy is a bad kitty.
And so are they all, all bad kitties.
He hath brought many a curtain to ruins
And left many a foul paste upon the shoes of men
Did this make Fluffy a good kitty?
When humans have been lonely, Fluffy hath slept.
Goodness should be made of sweeter stuff.
Yet the tabby says he was a good kitty.
O judgment! We are surely brutish beasts,
To whom men have lost their reason.
I sleep upon a pillow there with Fluffy
And I must go there now as it is my whim so to do.
