Friday, January 20, 2012

The window crack'd from side to side...

But who hath seen him wave his hand? 
Or at the casement seen him stand? 
Or is he known in all the land, 
 The Lord of Shalott-SpittyMan? 

(with apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson, as he revolves slowly in his grave)

23 comments:

  1. Oh SPITTY! You and my mom would get along famously! Well, you already do. I forgots!
    xoxox Katie

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  2. In a meditative frame of mind today, eh Spitty?!

    That Cup 'o Spitty hit the spot by the way.

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  3. I personally think that ALT would be rather honored to find his immortal words rephrased in this way.

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  4. Well, with all due respect to ALT, we think we'll just admire your beautiful furs for now.

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  5. Once again, I know not what you're talking about. Our window opens side to side also and so do our blinds. A cat like you is ever so fine. Go Giants!

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  6. Spitty, now that is one good poem. Too bad Alfred had to revolve in his grave. MOL. That is terrific stuff. Hope all of you have a super week end.

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  7. For a moment, I thought you had a window like ours (yes, we've got a cracked one). But wait a minute--that doesn't look like your window, SpittyMan. Were you teleported somewhere for this shoot?

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  8. Perhaps the Bein shows his hand
    just before he ups an stands,
    Before a-walkin cross the land
    An pettin that there Spittyman!

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  9. Such a literary cat are you!

    xoxo
    Ms. Stella O'Houligan

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  10. Ah, my lord Spitty, your humble admirers adore you so!

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  11. That is some literary whiffie!

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  12. Spitty, you're really deep.
    Hugs from Pernille XX

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  13. Heh. Mommy is imagining the sit-n-spin!!

    You know, that first one "on the house" is a slippery slope...

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  14. Spitty, that's a little too deep for us...we'll stick to Cat in the Hat poems.

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  15. Hey Spitty, you get any good Bird TV in that tree down there?

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  16. Well, a little exercise every few centuries ....

    We thought it quite good, actually.

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  17. Oh Spitty, is your doom upon you? Is there a wicked cat outside or something?

    Gong Xi Fa Cai! Wishing you a prosperous, auspicious and joyous Year of the Dragon.

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  18. hey spitty, come over on sunday. the hoomans are having a viewing party. let's have a party of our own upstairs :)

    emma and buster

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  19. So Spitty, I see you're wearing Joe Montana's number but the hands don't look like his and you're running the football. Who are you trying to be?

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  20. What a gret Poem! And
    Me did not knows yous played football!!!
    Mes would be your cheerleader anyday!
    Kisses
    Nellie

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  21. We think that we will never see
    a cat as fine as Spit-tee!

    A little low brow from:
    The Lady of Shalott

    Re the header: What did you do with your fine floofy tail?

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  22. Well, I'm waiting fur warm weather so Mom will crack the windows up.
    xoxo Kassey

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