Mithril’s Daily Office Boswell, my scribe, decided I needed to take on a more theological demeanor, but we didnt have any of Mr. Laura’s stoles, so for my first profile picture change, we decided to go Old Testament, and wear this Kippah (Yarmulke) which is terribly small for a human head, but quite large for mine. I wonder if its a sacrilege to cut holes for my ears? Last month, I mentioned Jelly Pot, the senior male in our clowder of six. He was among the first two kitties to be adopted by our Boswell, and he was one of the first group of kitties to be fostered by Auntie Gaby, who gave him the very righteous name of Noah. That’s one of his baby pictures over to the right. Boswell could not leave well enough alone, and had to change his name to something less “high falutin.” Don’t forget T. S. Eliot’s “The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn’t just one of your holiday games…” (From “The Naming of Cats”) Now, once Boswell got to thinking along those lines, the next thing which emerged from that miasma he calls a memory is lines from “The Song of the Jellicles” which says “Jellicle Cats are black and white, Jellicle Cats are rather small…” Well, Mo. Laura had predicted that Noah will grow to be a sizeable cat, based on the size of his paws. Not having much experience with kitties yet, Boswell decided he would stay on course and name Noah, more conventionally known as a tuxedo cat, after his Jellicle name. In a thrice, our new kitten, in his new home, became christened Jelly Pot. The third picture shows our young gentleman at about 10 months old. He has a wonderfully nonchalant way of checking you out, and vamping for pictures. Now, you wonder, has Jelly fulfilled Mo. Laura’s prediction? Well, in fact, he has done just the opposite. He weighs less than I do (I NEVER miss a meal), and he even weighs less than the youngest member of our clowder, Gatsby. Only his sister, Sugar Puss (coming next month) is smaller. But does Jelly retain his alpha cat status he asserted when I arrived. That’s hard to tell. He is certainly the snootiest of the bunch. He needs his canned treat to be delivered to him so that no other cat can reach it. He MUST eat alone. And, he demands a place of honor on the bed with our Boswell at night. When he’s on board, no one else can cozy up to that somnolent giant who serves us our meals and administers to our toilette. And he will never deign to rush to the door when Boswell comes in from the market. He leaves that job to me. I was able to gnaw the corner off of Origen’s homilies on the book of Numbers. I will report on that tasty encounter to you next month. PS: If Jelly has joined the Jesuits, he is keeping it a secret, although he is certainly dressed for that order.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 02:20:05 +0000
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