“In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.”
T Pratchett
…Is the sunniest spot in the house!
The Cat of the House by Ford Madox Ford Over the hearth with my 'minishing eyes I muse; until after the last coal dies. Every tunnel of the mouse, every channel of the cricket, I have smelt, I have felt the secret shifting of the mouldered rafter, and heard every bird in the thicket. I see you Nightingale up in the tree! I, born of a race of strange things, of deserts, great temples, great kings, in the hot sands where the nightingale never sings!
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oh, they most certainly have not! )
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I’ve always liked that quote from Terry Pratchett but that Ford Madox Ford poem is new to me – love it!
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I love them as well 🙂
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