Monday, May 14, 2007

Kitty Day, part II

Eastertide

Like many good monasteries, we now have a kitty.

Yah, that's not gonna be a habit.

Kitty, whose formal name shall be "Thunder," came from a questionable background. He's 8 years old, and was delivered to the humane society three weeks ago by an owner who declared him too old and too sick, and they couldn't afford to take him to the vet.

He had various kinds of worms, including a tapeworm, an upper respiratory infection, and was pretty malnourished. He's still pretty gaunt and his coat's a bit thin.

When we went to the humane society, he stared us down as long as we could be seen, chirping and mewing all the while. He got our attention. When we took him to the "get acquainted" room, he switched off between exploring the place and nuzzling us. He crawled into our laps, because he was (and is) too weak to jump very well. Yah, I know. Awww.

So of course we took him home. He has a place on a blanket at the end of the sofa, and likes to hide under the coffee table and chirp when he's not under our feet or curled up beside us. He'll be a good study cat, I think. I didn't know cats could be so affectionate.

"If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine."

He even played well with Paul Calvin, as opposed to scratching or running. Hopefully (the other) Kyle will have the same good pleasure...!

3 comments:

Rob said...

Rofl those captions are epic.

Hope you're well.

- rob

Jeff from Chico said...

Pangur, white Pangur,
How happy we are
Alone together, Scholar and cat.
Each has his own work to do daily;
For you it is hunting, for me study.
Your shining eye watches the wall;
my feeble eye is fixed on a book.
You rejoice when your claws entrap a mouse;
I rejoice when my mind fathoms a problem.
Pleased with his own art
Neither hinders the other;
Thus we live ever
without tedium and envy.
Pangur, white Pangur,
How happy we are
Alone together, Scholar and cat.

anonymous Irish text, tr. W.H. Auden

#Debi said...

Yay! Jeff from Chico found the poem I've been looking for, Pangor Ban! (Ban must be Gaelic for white.) It's a bit different translation than what I remember, but essentially the same.

Actually, I only came on to comment that the cat seems to pose well for the camera...