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Sunday, April 15, 2018
Contrary to popular belief, Sigmund Freud (the father of psychiatry) did NOT coin this quote.
It has been attributed to him erroneously.
In a letter to his friend Arnold Zweig he wrote: "I, as is well known, do not like cats".
As a matter of fact, Freud was an avid dog fancier and had many throughout his life and even in his psychiatric practice.
One of his dogs, Jofi (pictured below) would know when the session was up, rise from his resting position on the floor and leave the room. When she did that, Freud told his patient that the session has ended.
TIME SPENT WITH A CAT IS NEVER WASTED – COLLETTE
However, COLLETTE (pictured above) DID say: “Time spent with a cat is never wasted” a slightly different version of the Freud attributed quote.
Thursday, April 12, 2018
A cat is a purring parcel of paradox,
a cunning collection of contradictions.
A cat is lazy and busy, dainty and savage,
affectionate and aloof, greedy and finicky,
sound asleep in one instant,
and awake and stalking in the next.
A cat is a limp puddle of softness,
surrounding a steel-hard
and ever-alert set of muscles. ...
A cat has the face of a pansy flower,
and is just as velvety.
A cat holds infinity in her eyes,
and your heart in her front paws.
- Leonore Fleischer
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
I‘m only a cat, and I stay in my place…
Up there on your chair, on your bed or your face!
I’m only a cat, and I don’t finick much…
I’m happy with cream and anchovies and such!
I’m only a cat, and we’ll get along fine…
As long as you know I’m not yours… you’re all mine!
- Author Unknown
graphic source: clipart
Monday, April 9, 2018
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Wednesday, April 4, 2018
A poem by Edward Lear
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
photo source: internet