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It reminds me of the bumper sticker prayer, "O Lord, please make me as wonderful as my dog thinks I am." AMEN.
And let us not forget the memorable poem to Jeoffry the Cat by Christopher Smart who was insane, and who has given us a line about Jeoffry which I would like to have as my epigraph : "For he is a mixture of gravity and waggery."
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
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 this is 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 neighbour.
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 a chance.
For one mouse in seven escapes by his dallying.
For when his day's work is done his business more properly begins.
For he keeps the Lord's watch in the night against the adversary.
For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.
For he counteracts the Devil, who is death, by brisking about the life.
For in his morning orisons he loves the sun and the sun loves him.
For he is of the tribe of Tiger.
For the Cherub Cat is a term of the Angel Tiger.
For he has the subtlety and hissing of a serpent, which in goodness he suppresses.
For he will not do destruction, if he is well-fed, neither will he spit without provocation.
For he purrs in thankfulness, when God tells him he's a good cat.
For he is an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.
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 of the Lord's poor and so indeed is he called by benevolence perpetually--Poor Jeoffry! poor Jeoffry! the rat has bit thy throat.
For he can jump over a stick which is patience upon proof positive.
For he can spraggle upon waggle at the word of command.
For he can jump from an eminence into his master's bosom.
For he can catch the cork and toss it again.
For he is hated by the hypocrite and miser.
For the former is afraid of detection.
For the latter refuses the charge.
For he camels his back to bear the first notion of business.
For he is good to think on, if a man would express himself neatly.
For he made a great figure in Egypt for his signal services.
For by stroking of him I have found out electricity.
For I perceived God's light about him both wax and fire.
For the Electrical fire is the spiritual substance, which God sends from heaven to sustain the bodies both of man and beast.
For God has blessed him in the variety of his movements.
For, tho he cannot fly, he is an excellent clamberer.
For his motions upon the face of the earth are more than any other quadruped.
For he can tread to all the measures upon the music.
For he can swim for life.
For he can creep.
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ReplyDeleteAMEN, Jean! Just ask Louie, our cat - geez!
ReplyDeleteWhat about geese? :)
ReplyDelete'insanity' is a matter of perspective and, as you may or may not be aware, there is a brill musical rendition of this- one of my alltime favs- sung by King's College, Labas-sur-Cam: soon to see the 'reform of the reform'. Thuribles will be flying.
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Henceforth now and forever AMEN.
Anthony B-D: Maybe irony is too subtle (but maybe that's why it's fun?)
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[roddin... geddit?]
get the new Eye
pg 37 ... old Mr Hislop, of whom the Indie did a flattering profile yesterday (!), is a committed old fashioned Anglican.
but, seriously, BATHOS is Best
fallin about laffin... the Padre has this 'gift' and get him and his little bro Daryl together... i used to have to leave the room, no joke, cuz i couldn't stop laughing
I love it.
ReplyDeleteSo many cats, so few recipes.
ReplyDeletepro-life Mom, you crack me up! :)
ReplyDeleteI really liked the poem. I see much of Jeoffy in my two cats, Gabby and Worf.
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