This poem by Robert Gray was about a real cat. I took note because a friend on the Airedale list would send cards that included a photo of Marbles the Cat (RB) looking at Jerry the Fish. Fortunately, Marbles didn't share Selima's miserable fate.
'Twas on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow, Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima, reclined, Gazed on the lake below.
Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes, She saw; and purred applause.
Still had she gazed; but 'midst the tide Two angel forms were seen to glide, The genii of the stream: Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue Through richest purple to the view Betrayed a golden gleam.
The hapless nymph with wonder saw: A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretched, in vain, to reach the prize. What female heart can gold despise? What cat's averse to fish?
Presumptuous maid! with looks intent Again she stretched, again she bent, Nor knew the gulf between: (Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled) The slippery verge her feet beguiled, She tumbled headlong in.
Eight times emerging from the flood She mewed to ev'ry wat'ry god Some speedy aid to send. No dolphin came, no nereid stirred; Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard. A fav'rite has no friend!
From hence, ye beauties undeceived, Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved, And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes And heedless hearts is lawful prize; Nor all that glisters, gold.
"Her plunge into the goldfish bowl is another vain dream of the desiring
self. Selima wishes to possess what is taboo; it requires her engagement
with a medium in which she cannot survive. Her fate is a variation on
the fate of those who would appropriate that which is beyond their
But if you know cats, you know that they have nothing to do with moralizing.
The color of the cheddar round--
The food too far to grasp--
Behind the threatening Cookie Sheet--
Those teasing smells--that make me drool--
I must grow tall to grasp--
And use my paws to bat them o'er--
And bite into them at last!
It's a good thing we don't believe people can really roll over in their graves or we'd be hearing a thing or two all the way from Amherst, MA. Emily Dickinson's birthday was Dec. 10, and Emily Dickins' birthday was Dec. 4.
Today is Emily Dickins' first birthday. And what did I do to prepare her? Have Sheila the World-Famous Groomer strip out all the dead fur, leaving a nearly naked dog. No biggie; she just looks like somebody with a skin disease.
As a mature dog, she prefers heavy reading material: Wolf Hall is 532 pages. No wonder she actually prefers Kleenex tissues. A talented girl, she knows how to unmake a bed, shred cardboard, and chew the corners off pillows and woodwork.
Why doesn't he have to wear a silly jacket?
Read my face. Treats, now! I may be small, but I've got Big Attitude.
I started blogging as a way to keep writing. I wrote about events around the house to which I'd just moved until the day that I received a comment from Mitch and Molly's blog (when Angel Maggie was there). I discovered there were Airedale blogs all over the place. Then there were blog-hops and dogs and cats and bunnies and incredibly talented and funny people. I've been blogging long enough to share the lives and deaths of three of my Airedales and many other dogs. In Animal Blogville, a person can post about the death of a pet fish and know that everyone will understand how important that pet could be. I am grateful for the company of fine people and animals.
Blogville nose how it is.
As card-carrying Airedales, we are naturally grateful for anything that works to our advantage. Most things do.
After experimenting with my cardboard box stand-up desk, I bought one that raises and lowers. It's a heavy, solid piece of equipment that sits on top of my existing desk. No assembly required! What's not to like?
Oops. Forgot about the window reflection revealing the junk-covered printer table. The Varidesk came in a Very Big Box, double sided with thick cardboard. I wondered how I'd ever get it all cut down to fit in the recycling bin. Suddenly, I had help.
They began work on a rectangular piece from inside the box. You can see part of the box on the left in photo #1. Keeping everything on the small landing contained the wreckage--or so I thought.
Emily paused to see why I was just standing there instead of helping.
They are researching for a term paper on deconstruction.
Then, for a moment, all was still.
Emily decided to resume work in the living room.
Now, please excuse me while I go fetch the garden rake. Good thing Thanksgiving Dinner is not at my house.