Mahitabel: Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
2nd cat: Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd.
3rd cat (or Archy): Harpier cries:?'tis time! 'tis time!
Mahitabel: Round about the caldron go;
in chorus: Evil spirits of wicked Bryan,
Leave this stone and let return,
To life the body, wit and wisdom,
of our dear Pink in her old form.
PS: This may not work the first time. Repeat the chorus until it does.
And then ask your mistress to respond here. :-)Dear Myoarin,
I awoke suddenly and found myself sitting in front of my computer with
a stiff back and a yowling cat in my lap. I shook the gravel from my
hair and chalked the experience up to a bad dream or too much tequila.
Then I noticed that you'd posted a question addressed to a cat, and
that seemed very odd.
I have a dim recall of having poked my nose into one of
probonopublico's trick questions yesterday, but after that my memory
froze, and I remember little else.
I shall celebrate with a po (which is like a poem, only less so).
This is in honor of Lwaxana the Voracious, a Labrador retriever who
ruined a perfectly good game of Scrabble by eating a dozen of the
tiles. Although they later emerged, the tooth marks disfigured them
severely, and they'll never smell the same...
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k9
dog ate my scrabble set
gee how ravenous can ya get
what a verbivore
dim dumb damn dog jowls tore
the hell outa my unborn words
makin em into puppy turds
turning thoughts unthunk
into junk
transmuting alphabetic scraps
into a doggie game of craps
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Thanks for the splendid in-cat-ation. It was an eye-opener.
Best,
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