I came upon this poem and it sort of reminded me of rudeboy's cat so here it is: Macavity the Mystery Cat Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw-- For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law. He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair: For when they reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there! Macavity, Macavity, there's no on like Macavity, He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity. His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare, And when you reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there! You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air-- But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there! Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin; You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in. His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly doomed; His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed. He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake; And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake. Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity. You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square-- But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there! He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.) And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's. And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled, Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled, Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair-- Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there! And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty's gone astray, Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way, There may be a scap of paper in the hall or on the stair-- But it's useless of investigate--Macavity's not there! And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say: "It must have been Macavity!"--but he's a mile away. You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs, Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums. Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macacity, There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity. He always has an alibit, or one or two to spare: And whatever time the deed took place--MACAVITY WASN'T THERE! And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known (I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone) Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime! TS Eliot (1939)
TS Elliot´s BOOK was the inspiration for the play, that had that poem and others....... something about <´guide to practical cats...something like that.....
Yeah, what I like to call his gripping paws, the front ones They can tickle, they play, I like them. They contain, and you did see their gleam Little chitin bayonets For shopcat to have the fun shopcat craves so, like the time he tortured my bird under the furnace room for a half hour. Gripping-claws Four of em which you saw. This fuckin cat is awesome. My son once told me a long time ago, during one of his torturous homework sessions in grade seven, "Dad, animals are superman." No shit. Cats, bears and crocodilia. Superman Okay, I am not talking about niechze, fuck and nothing to do with man or men or humans, I am talking super powers, you know? Like superman. Ever seen a cat, a little tiny cat, sneak up on a fuckin squirrel, movin just so, in spurts, every time the fuckin squirrel twitches, the fuckin cat moves, the quirrel twitches, the fuckin cat moves, then again, then WHAM. No dog can compare. And I won't have a crocodile in my house, or my yard, or my town. Bears shit in the woods. Don't ever be hugged by the gripping claws, not even little ones.
