. . . world. It is a way I have of driving off the jimjams . . . Whenever I find myself growing grim about the whiskers; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses . . . it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically scratching people's skins off - then, I account it high time to get some catnip as soon as I can.
With apologies to . . . can you guess? The Human took a whole course on this writer in college . . . you know, back when she still had brain cells and all.
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Well...we were certainly off, according to The Google. We like our guess better nonetheless.
(We are impressed with the reference to jimjams, though. Our mom is continually plagued by them these days.)
Such a great poem, Spitty. Dang, please don't ever step into the street. At least you know what it takes to elevate yourself when your mood is in the gutter. Hope your catnip is forthcoming. And Misty May sends a kiss if you think that will help. Thanks for taking the time to hop. XOCK, angel Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, angel Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth, Calista Jo, Cooper Murphy and Sawyer
Moby Dick - well, Herman Melville. But who is Winky??
Megan
Sydney, Australia
Just moi, in this picture, MOL! I don't think I look much like an Ishmael, do you?
Do you know the Human thought about naming me Dusty? She Photoshops a lot of the dust off me in pictures like this. She vacuums the rugs with Photoshop too. She's so lazy!
LOL - I LURVE the thought of vacuuming the rugs with Photoshop. If I send her pics of my house, could she do mine too please?
Megan
Ah, I would not have guessed who wrote that speech, though now I see it said I shall definitely have to read the book. I do hope that you get that nip to drive away your blues, too. Though to be fair, every day is a nip suitable day around this place MOL
Toodle pips and purrs
ERin
That was pretty cool, Spitty! I'm glad you helped your human put her college studies to good use.
Hi Winky! I hope you are feeling a less morose today. No going out into the street to scratch skin, or knock people's hats off.
Well, we're totally out in the cold which is annoying Äiti sooooo much. Well done!
That is how our mom vacuums as well. No litter pieces after she has finished. XOCK, angel Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, angel Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth, Calista Jo, Cooper Murphy and Sawyer
Hey Spitty dids you gets your catnips yet? With all that poeticness and references to a purrticular whale aka Moby Dick, and feeling the need to do some slappyness, sounds like you really need some! Dat was a purrific Ishmael Spitty Winky poem!
Purrz from Katie Kitty Too, who feels a bit slappy sometimes.
Humans have brain cells? Gosh - that puts a whole new light on things. Thanks for telling me about that Winky.
Hugs, Teddy
Dusty...oh, I mean Spitty...I hadn't a clue to the author, and if it's Melville as suggested by William's comment, I only read the Cliff's Notes! But, we are at the end of January, Spitty...things will start to change soon, weatherwise...
Well, I had finally arrived at Melvile (once I reread the "Call Me winky" part - thoughI also thought of E.A.Poe & even T.S.Eliot. Glad you got your share of nip !
Herman Melville. "November in my soul" was the tip-off
I have no clue, but you look great.
Hmm... that is a funny word "jimjams," Spitty. Tee hee hee. I've heard the human say he has gotten a toe jam. And he eats bread and jam. But isn't nip grr-eat! It is good for many things! And I'm glad it takes care of your jimjams. Purrs! -Valentine (& Mom) of Noir Kitty Mews
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