Mephistopheles <no-fixed@address.net> wrote in
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> Hamlet's Cat
>
> To go outside, and there perchance to stay
> Or to remain within: that is the question:
> Whether 'tis better for a cat to suffer
> The cuffs and buffets of inclement weather
> That Nature rains on those who roam abroad,
>
> Or take a nap upon a scrap of carpet,
> And so by dozing melt the solid hours
> That clog the clock's bright gears with sullen time
> And stall the dinner bell.
>
> To sit, to stare
> Outdoors, and by a stare to seem to state
> A wish to venture forth without delay,
> Then when the portal's opened up, to stand
> As if transfixed by doubt.
>
> To prowl; to sleep;
> To choose not knowing when we may once more
> Our readmittance gain: aye, there's the hairball;
> For if a paw were shaped to turn a knob,
> Or work a lock or slip a window-catch,
> And going out and coming in were made
> As simple as the breaking of a bowl,
> What cat would bear the household's petty plagues,
> The cook's well-practiced kicks, the butler's broom,
> The infant's careless pokes, the tickled ears,
> The trampled tail, and all the daily shocks
> That fur is heir to, when, of his own free will,
> He might his exodus or entrance make
> With a mere mitten?
>
> Who would spaniels fear,
> Or strays trespassing from a neighbor's yard,
> But that the dread of our unheeded cries
> And scratches at a barricaded door
> No claw can open up, dispels our nerve
> And makes us rather bear our humans' faults
> Than run away to unguessed miseries?
>
> Thus caution doth make house cats of us all;
> And thus the bristling hair of resolution
> Is softened up with the pale brush of thought,
> And since our choices hinge on weighty things,
> We pause upon the threshold of decision.
>
> (As Found)
>
> Mephi
>
You must surf in some strange places. LOL.
Mercury.
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