While watching Elizabeth put an uncompromising headlock on poor Bac' while the latter was trying to eat the good squishy cat food, I thought of this French poem from the 17th century. (My lovely Elizabeth could stand some old fashioned manners. What are the chances, do you think?)
Grisette Dines
Always well behaved am I,
Never scratch and never cry;
Only touch the diner's hand,
So that he can understand
That I want a modest share
Of the good things that are there.
If he pay but scanty heed
To my little stomach's need,
I beg him with a mew polite
To give me just a single bite.
Greedy though that diner be,
He will share his meal with me.
-- by Antoinette Du Ligier de la Garde Deshoulières
Ah, Grisette, quelle jolie chatte!
ReplyDeleteGrisette has her human well-trained, obedient to the slightest touch or clearing of the throat... and so as Good Cats we agree that Elizabeth should pay heed to this classy French cat.
Maximus Spittimus is alarmed to be advised that the French eat horses.
ReplyDeleteWhilst he will eat anything, edible or otherwise, he believes horses are a little too big at this time.
Never the less. He appreciates your sentiments...;-)
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Great little poem. Thanks for sharing.
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