Cats and writers
I found this Irish poem, The scholar and his cat, in a book on Celtic wisdom, author unknown.
There seem to be different versions and I won't reproduce the whole poem, but some of the verses I do rather like. Notice the picture of one of my cats, Billie, is as far off catching mice as you can get...
I and Pangur Ban, my cat,
'Tis like a task, we are at;
Hunting mice is his delight
Hunting words, I sit all night.
So in peace our tasks we ply
Pangur Ban, my cat and I;
In our arts we find our bliss
I have mine and he has his
Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.
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| Billie! |
I and Pangur Ban, my cat,
'Tis like a task, we are at;
Hunting mice is his delight
Hunting words, I sit all night.
So in peace our tasks we ply
Pangur Ban, my cat and I;
In our arts we find our bliss
I have mine and he has his
Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.