by T. S. Eliot
You've read of several kinds of Cat,And my opinion now is thatYou should need no interpreterTo understand their character.You now have learned enough to seeThat Cats are much like you and meAnd other people whom we findPossessed of various types of mind.For some are same and some are madAnd some are good and some are badAnd some are better, some are worse--But all may be described in verse.You've seen them both at work and games,And learnt about their proper names,Their habits and their habitat:ButHow would you ad-dress a Cat?So first, your memory I'll jog,And say: A CAT IS NOT A DOG.And you might now and then supplySome caviare, or Strassburg Pie,Some potted grouse, or salmon paste--He's sure to have his personal taste.(I know a Cat, who makes a habitOf eating nothing else but rabbit,And when he's finished, licks his pawsSo's not to waste the onion sauce.)A Cat's entitled to expectThese evidences of respect.And so in time you reach your aim,And finally call him by his NAME.So this is this, and that is that:And there's how you AD-DRESS A CAT.
The Wii fit left him tuckered out.
How can you not be happy looking at these
(and thinking of all the seed they'll produce)!
I love beginnings...
I'm not saying it.
But I bet you're thinking it.