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where's the cat in the Nativity story?
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my sister just sent me this :-)
Cat in the Manger
In the story, I'm not there.
Ox and Ass, arranged in prayer:
But me? Nowhere.
Anti-cat evangelists
How on earth could you have missed
Such an obvious and able
Occupant of any stable?
Who excluded mouse and rat?
The harmless necessary cat.
Who snuggled in with the holy pair?
Me. And my purr
Matthew, Mark, and Luke and John,
(Who got it wrong,
Who left out the cat)
Remember that,
Wherever He went in this great affair
I was there.
Cat in the Manger
In the story, I'm not there.
Ox and Ass, arranged in prayer:
But me? Nowhere.
Anti-cat evangelists
How on earth could you have missed
Such an obvious and able
Occupant of any stable?
Who excluded mouse and rat?
The harmless necessary cat.
Who snuggled in with the holy pair?
Me. And my purr
Matthew, Mark, and Luke and John,
(Who got it wrong,
Who left out the cat)
Remember that,
Wherever He went in this great affair
I was there.
Answers
darn right
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18:29 Fri 30th Nov 2012
The Ed looked down upon his world, created fresh and new,
With soaring, shining AB mountain tops and gleaming rivers of blue.
The lordly lie-inking roaming free with dustypuss golden bright,
Both very grand, magnificent, but somehow, not quite right.
Ed stroked gnomeish beard and mused awhile and thought of this and that,
'All these are far too big,' he said, 'I'll make a smaller cat;
To edge towards the suspension fire at night, out of the chilly Venator wind,
An independent AB animal, but needing some human kind;
With fur so soft and warm to touch, but brimming full of spikey-cat guile,
With pansy-faced wee Barmaid kittens to make the JJs and Tinks smile.
All that was very long ago, but still Boxie's and Wolf's cats are with us,
Aloof and condescending, but loving all the fuss.
You'll never, ever own a cat, as all AB cat-lovers know,
They'll curl themselves around your AB heart and never let you go.
With soaring, shining AB mountain tops and gleaming rivers of blue.
The lordly lie-inking roaming free with dustypuss golden bright,
Both very grand, magnificent, but somehow, not quite right.
Ed stroked gnomeish beard and mused awhile and thought of this and that,
'All these are far too big,' he said, 'I'll make a smaller cat;
To edge towards the suspension fire at night, out of the chilly Venator wind,
An independent AB animal, but needing some human kind;
With fur so soft and warm to touch, but brimming full of spikey-cat guile,
With pansy-faced wee Barmaid kittens to make the JJs and Tinks smile.
All that was very long ago, but still Boxie's and Wolf's cats are with us,
Aloof and condescending, but loving all the fuss.
You'll never, ever own a cat, as all AB cat-lovers know,
They'll curl themselves around your AB heart and never let you go.
don't you believe it, fluff
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Baby or Pygmy Lion
ASBO, a kitten or a cub
He is sometimes a cat and sometimes a lion.
The whole secret of his life lies
In knowing when to be the one or the other
In different situations
His apparent size is quite big
But smaller than lion
Thick dark mane of long shaggy hair adds to his grace
His colour is a tawny hue or murky brown
And the terminal tuft of the tail could be golden
ASBO, a kitten or a cub?
I guess he's a pygmy lion
Who loves company
Afraid of tom cats
Patronises Barmaid
A coward cat
Squeaks like an apologetic mouse
ASBO a kitten or a cub
I guess he's a pygmy lion
Doesn’t roar like a lion
Faithful like a dog
Harmless like a squirrel
He only feels safe in the garden
Sleeps in Barmaid's bed or the arm chair
Tucked away, safe from his clan.
His coward family shadow him
With whom he lies down
He hardly gets much sleep
Always in defensive mode
He can’t talk but we understand him
You know who it is,
It’s ASBO
Barmaid's miniature lion
ASBO, a kitten or a cub
He is sometimes a cat and sometimes a lion.
The whole secret of his life lies
In knowing when to be the one or the other
In different situations
His apparent size is quite big
But smaller than lion
Thick dark mane of long shaggy hair adds to his grace
His colour is a tawny hue or murky brown
And the terminal tuft of the tail could be golden
ASBO, a kitten or a cub?
I guess he's a pygmy lion
Who loves company
Afraid of tom cats
Patronises Barmaid
A coward cat
Squeaks like an apologetic mouse
ASBO a kitten or a cub
I guess he's a pygmy lion
Doesn’t roar like a lion
Faithful like a dog
Harmless like a squirrel
He only feels safe in the garden
Sleeps in Barmaid's bed or the arm chair
Tucked away, safe from his clan.
His coward family shadow him
With whom he lies down
He hardly gets much sleep
Always in defensive mode
He can’t talk but we understand him
You know who it is,
It’s ASBO
Barmaid's miniature lion