Chinese Cat
  How many ages                          In lustrous mellow
Of Chinese ancestry                      Anitiquity?
In the fine pages                             In towers of jade
Of your sleek history                     And minarets ashen
Must there be, feline.                     With dawn, did and idol
Tortuous mystery?                         Dream and fashion
Skeins of the night that                   Your slithe and beautiful
Silkened the sky                              Demoniacal
Over dusty pagodas                        Movement of fur,
Glimmering lie                                 And the curded sound
Down you long sides;                     Of your inward purr?
And, thinner than water                  Where did he find
Like water glides                             The gloomy, sunny
Your bland shadow                         Spheres of your eyes
Along the floor.                              Like globules of honey?
How many cinnamon                     Under the velvet
Blossoms bore                                Fall of your paws
Delicate shade through                   Needles the light of your
Nightingaled hours,                         Polished claws . . .
In that remoter                                Were you a Favorite
Life thaqt was yours                       Ages ago,
Down by the yellow,                     Who purred at an Emperor's
Asian sea.                                        Overthrow?

                                                                                 Martha Ostenso
                          This Is My Chair
This is my chair.
Go away and sit somewhere else.
This one is all my own.
It is the only thing in your house that I possess.
And insist upon possessing.
Everything else therein is yours.
My dish.
My toys.
My basket.
My scratching post, and my Ping-Pong ball;
You provided them for me.
This chair I slected for myself
I like it,
It sutes me.
You have the sofa.
The stuffed chaif
And the footstool.
I don't go and sit on them do I?
Then why cannot you leave me mine,
And let us have no futher argument?


                                                                             Paul Gallico
                    Cats in Ancient Egypt
   A very great number of Cats' mummies, discovered in Egypt, afford ample proof of the esteem in which Pussy was held in Tebes' streets
three thousand years ago. If one died a natural death, it was mourned for with many ceremonies; among others, the entire household, where the death took place, shaved off their eyebrows. If killed, the murderer was given up to the mob to buffet him to death. Cats were held sacred
when alive, and when they dided were embalmed and deposited in the niches of the catacombs. And insult offered by a Roman to a Cat once caused and insurrection among the Egyptians when nothing else would exite them. Cambyses gained Pelusis, which had previously successfully
resisted all attacks, by the following stratagem: he gave to each of his soldiers employed in the attack a live Cat, instead of a buckler, and the
Egyptians, rather than hurt the object of their veneration, suffered themselves to be vanquished with striking a blow
.

                                                                                C. H. Ross
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