We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Ode on the Death of a Favorite 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 purred 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 Thro' richest purple to the view Betrayed a golden gleam.
The hapless nymph with wonder saw: A whisker first and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretched 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 stretched, 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 mewed to every watery god, Some speedy aid to send. No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirred; Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard. A favorite 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 glistens, gold.
My cat can swim. We discovered this when we tried to dunk her in the swimming pool to cool her off one summer's day. She writhed away from us, swam across it to get away from us, and sneered....Possibly only a Siamese skill?
I just put a tempting fish picture up as the wallpaper on this computer last night! Now I think I may change it again. The fish are not gold though. They are red, but there might be some real gold in the creekbed.
The damn cat is a symbol symbol for avaricious and vain females, succumbing to temptation and gett'n what fer..a good watering The cat at the edge of an elegant china fish-bowl. She's all think'n, "I'm a damn pretty one I am.... The she spots the fish as she continues her diddle....She tries to capture them cause they be pretty too and she be jealous.
Moral..don't think you got it all and that gliitter is better than good litter, cause it ain't. Regular is better.
I was saying something along the same lines to peevish adolescent son who was annoyed that his beloved Christmas kitten has grown up into a capricious, occasionally snappy, and definitely independent cat who no longer shows much affection. I keep saying to him "You have to lure her....you can't pounce on her and surprise her, you have to appreciate her on the rare occasions she wants your affection....you have to adore her and shower her with praise and treats, and maybe she will purr.... If you can charm a cat, you will have no trouble getting a woman to love you some day when you are older...."
(At this point adolescent daughters begin punching their sexist Mama....cat stalks off and curls up lovingly between the dog's front paws, and both sleep, best of friends)