Tuesday 21 July 2015

Catty Prayer

I've had a few days of quiet catty reflection.

In that time, I have sat under many trees, stared at many butterflies, and licked my paws a number of times.

I have also referred to the Catty Prayer, many times;

Our Siamese who art up trees,
Hallowed be thy whiskers,
Thy territory come,
Thy meows be done,
Up Oaks as it is on ground.
Give us, this day, our daily tuna,
And forgive us scratches,
As we forgive those who rub our bellies in the wrong way.
And lead us not towards fresh chicken,
But deliver us from weird vets.

And now, a nap.

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