Sunday 30 August 2020

twenty-four weeks

Shakespeare's got NOTHIN' on me.

MOUSES!

Yeah, yeah..   I know.  I know what you're thinkin'.  I know he's more famous, and all that.

But...

But he wasn't a cat.

MOUSES!

Can you imagine?  Can you IMAGINE how much greater Will would have been, had he been feline?

MOUSES!

I was doin' a little light readin' the other night, and discovered somethin' interestin'.  DID YOU KNOW that William Shakespeare turned to writin' poetry durin' the plague in the 1590s?

Yup, that's what he did.

I read it on the Internet so it must be true.

MOUSES!

They...

Now I have no idea who THEY are, but they seemed to know what they were talkin' about, and what they were sayin' fit my PURRsonal narrative, so I figured I'd go with what THEY said, without investigatin' any further.

So anyway...

So anyway, they said that Will...

I call him Will, on account of my bein' pretty sure that if he and I, Seville the Cat, were livin' at the same time, we'd be on a first name basis, you see.

MOUSES!

But like I was sayin'...

Like I was sayin', THEY said that Will turned to writin' poetry on account of all the theatres bein' shut down for about six months, due to The Plague.

So I figured, if Will turned to poetry durin' the plague, I should try my paw at a little poetry myself.  After all, Will didn't have to be cooped up in the same house as Peep #1 and Peep #2 for like an absolute eternity.

Like me.

MOUSES!

So after bein' stuck here with the peeps for like ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY MILLION, six hundred and thirty-six thousand, eight hundred cat seconds, I present to you...

MY sonnet.

I call it, Ode to a Puddle.

MOUSES!

Nothing is as fresh nor as sweet, my love,
as the divine taste of rain that has fall'n
on the path which lies there, next to my house.
The joyful rain that collects in puddles
is known to felines here and everywhere
as puddle water; water that puddles.
For the water that puddles is Heavn's gift
to all who appreciate the finer
things in life, like catnip and wand toys and
nip mice.  Oh, the sweet water of puddles.
It comes not from a tap nor a fountain.
'Tis not from anything paw or hand made.
The water that puddles is a sweet gift
from the sky above; pure freshness for me.



So what do you think?  Are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin?

'Cause I'm thinkin'...

I'm thinkin', Will would have been proud to have called me his contemporary.

Had I been alive in the sixteenth century, of course.

Actually, I think that might mean the same thing.

MOUSES!


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And remember:

IF IN DOUBT,

DON'T. GO. OUT.

Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures

AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.

MOUSES!

Remember to mask up, too.



15 comments:

  1. You're just a natural talent Seville, natural!

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  2. What a lovely poem, Seville!
    That old Shakespeare dude would have enjoyed having you as his sidekick!

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    1. You think it might have been possible for HIM to have been MY sidekick? Just wonderin'... PURRS

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  3. That is a lovely poem Seville. It really reflects a cat point of view with such feeling.

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    1. Well... Well I AM a cat, and a CAT'S point of view is always best. PURRS

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  4. Well, Seville DOES rhyme will Will.

    Bravo, Sivvers. Great job on that sonnet!

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    1. Thank you so much! I should try writin' some more. What do you think? purrs

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  5. Seville! You gave written a SONNET!
    You should be declared Paw-it Laureate!

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  6. Seville we Love your Poem and make it a point to grab a little drink after the rain. The sad thing is there is only one small spot a puddle can form so there is competition. Now the funny thing is that our feral visitor Big Ginger seems to only drink the water that Dad leaves with his noms. Hmmmm. Maybe since he is an outsider it flips and if you change puddle to dish it fits him better.

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    1. Interestin'...

      Hmmm...

      Yup, I bet the indoor-outdoor factor flips it right 'round and upside down. MOUSES!

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  7. Will would have had some strong competition, I'd say, Severs! Great sonnet you paw penned there! Paw high fives!

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I love hearin' from my pals. I really, REALLY do. PURRS.