Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger stripes and leopard spots.
All day she sits upon the stair or on the steps or on the mat;
She sits and sits and sits and sits- and that's what makes a Gumbie Cat!"
T.S. Eliot's Gumbie Cat poem makes me wonder what Lulu is getting up to at night. She certainly appears capable of great things, despite never being seen doing them. She is sitting upright at the foot of my bed now, like a nursemaid: "Go to sleep now, stop that silly typing", she says. She's got things to do, and her people must be out of the way in order to do them.
I had better go, then. My mistress obviously has plans for the night!
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I love that poem - and a nocturnal cat that won't go 'do her thang' until her people are sleeping. You have tickets! How cool. How exciting. How terrifying.
Now I'm going to have to pick up my Eliot book. I am a Jellicle Cat girl myself.
Nan, you are such a good writer. Thank you for the break I needed. Studying too hard today. Love the images of the boys at camp, so wonderful, and the poem was quite lovely. Better print that one out for their scrapbooks.
Max and Grandma will have to e-mail all the time and send postcards? I can't believe you have your tickets, so cool.
Oh, we need a cat-cam to attach to her head! I'd love to see just what she's up to at night!
A cat-cam! Brilliant idea!
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