Come cats and kittens everywhere, Whate'er of cat the world contains, From Tabby on the kitchen stair To Tiger burning in his lair Unite your melancholy strains; De Marsay dead! and never more Shall I behold that silky form Lie curled upon the conscious floor With sinuous limbs and placid snore, As one who sleeps through calm and storm. And (when we've adequately moaned) For all the world to wonder at, Let this great sentence be intoned: No cat so sweet a mistress owned; No mistress owned so sweet a cat.
-- J.K. Stephen (1859-92), "Elegy on de Marsay"
His picture reminds me of a few cats I've known. He lived a long life for a cat and I'm sure it was a happy one with you and your family. He finally went gently into that good night without much pain in the presence of his loved one. He had a good death without the need for medical intervention, the kind of death we all would like. Think of him now chasing butterflies in the Summerlands.
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Whate'er of cat the world contains,
From Tabby on the kitchen stair
To Tiger burning in his lair
Unite your melancholy strains;
De Marsay dead! and never more
Shall I behold that silky form
Lie curled upon the conscious floor
With sinuous limbs and placid snore,
As one who sleeps through calm and storm.
And (when we've adequately moaned)
For all the world to wonder at,
Let this great sentence be intoned:
No cat so sweet a mistress owned;
No mistress owned so sweet a cat.
-- J.K. Stephen (1859-92), "Elegy on de Marsay"
His picture reminds me of a few cats I've known. He lived a long life for a cat and I'm sure it was a happy one with you and your family. He finally went gently into that good night without much pain in the presence of his loved one. He had a good death without the need for medical intervention, the kind of death we all would like. Think of him now chasing butterflies in the Summerlands.
Shakatany