Comments on: Mr Pussy in Spring

By: Shawdian

Shawdian — Mon, 04 Jul 2016 16:20:29 +0000

Oh please, Gentle Author, this oohh ! terrible awful thing he brought you for a gift! Hugh! cannot even say the creautures name, they make me cringe! And yet, this is what it was, for you a kind and loving gift from dear Mr Pussy to say ‘HOW GOOD I AM’ and await his reward. I remember one of my cats bringing home mouse so proud was he sitting upright full of pride whilst I screamed because the mouse suddenly arose from the dead and ran for cover! I abandoned my poor husband to trash the room in his effort to find the dreaded gift – a black feild mouse which he promptly disposed of in the garden. Oh the pleasures of living with cats. My most memorable gift was from my very first Siamese. Little barrel bellied Chintzy aged 6 months, came home bouncing wth delight and pride through his cat flap with a piece of cooked bacon for my husband and a pink iced bun for me and merrily sat in front of us presenting our treats so proud he was that it brought tears to our eyes! We have no idea where he could have got these pieces of still warm food!

By: Isis

Isis — Thu, 12 Apr 2012 01:04:12 +0000

Jubilate Agno, Fragment B [For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry]
by Christopher Smart

For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in
his way.
For is this done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant
quickness.
For he keeps the Lord’s watch in the night against the adversary.
For he is of the tribe of Tiger.
For he purrs in thankfulness when God tells him he’s a good Cat.
For he is an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.
For every house is incomplete without him, and a blessing is lacking in
the spirit.
For he is the cleanest in the use of his forepaws of any quadruped.
For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.
For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.
For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.
For by stroking of him I have found out electricity.

By: Annette

Annette — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 10:13:34 +0000

Jaki, the name of your cat is inspired!

By: Jaki

Jaki — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 05:22:15 +0000

Thank heavens that my cat, Ben Purr, has only gifted me with mice….so far!

By: jeannette

jeannette — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 05:13:45 +0000

mr. p, you are so beautiful, to meeeeeeeeeee

By: Susan

Susan — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 02:03:37 +0000

Thank you — and Mr Pussy — for making me laugh out loud.

By: jane osullivan

jane osullivan — Tue, 20 Mar 2012 23:24:05 +0000

it is only right to set mr pussy some parametres within which to opperate , you couldnt possibly awake to a dreaded r-t again.
Seems he is fine with this new set of ground rules after all he is an intelligent cat , like his dear owner.

By: Gary

Gary — Tue, 20 Mar 2012 21:35:11 +0000

Oh Dear you have deeply offended Mr. Pussy. To you it was a dead rat (they are in fact edible and nutricious) to Mr. Pussy this was a good meal that he had caught for you, if it was not so he would have left it where he had finished with it.
Cat persons (not owners, nobody owns a cat, he owns you) must when receiving such a gift stroke and thank him and only dispose of it when he has gone. Many where the dead rats, mice, birds and frogs that I took with gratitude from my poor old cat Dusty.
Make it up to him !
Gary

By: Catherine

Catherine — Tue, 20 Mar 2012 18:57:11 +0000

Always a treat to hear of Mr. Pussy’s doings! My cat is not allowed outside, but she gets much pleasure from “hunting” for her favorite toys in the toy basket, then making her way down the long corridor to my bedroom, prey in mouth, meowing plaintively all the way. She then deposits it beside my bed to receive the obligatory pat on the head and words of praise.

By: Annie

Annie — Tue, 20 Mar 2012 17:11:58 +0000

He is a splendid fellow and obviously excellent company. Not half an hour ago I glanced up at my framed For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffry and saw the image of Jeoffry trying to catch a bird. You can’t keep a good cat down. I well remember preventing our own (sadly deceased) cat from wrestling a wood pigeon in through the back door one bright morning.

A tickle under the chin for both of you.