My cat died just over a year ago (he was getting on, and was unwell), but I still miss that furry presence that would stick its head into everything...
Aw, sorry about your cat! : ( Ours doles out her affection in small amounts, but it's funny when she does decide she wants to be loved RIGHT NOW. She was a stray when she adopted us, and as soon as the weather is good, she wants to be outside in the wild, killing things, and she brings us "gifts" from early spring right through almost to the beginning of winter.
I can imagine being a monk copying books in an unheated monastery, how nice it must have felt to have a warm cat curling itself around your legs. Though less fun when said cat would pee all over a manuscript that had taken you hours or days to copy. And LOL at the illustrations and the curses in Latin!
Aw, sorry about your cat! : ( He was unwell for a long time, so it wasn't a surprise, but still. I miss having a thing that purrs. (This was him.)
as soon as the weather is good, she wants to be outside in the wild, killing things, and she brings us "gifts" from early spring right through almost to the beginning of winter. Ah yes, that sounds familiar. Spike once brought us a baby rabbit. /o\
I can imagine being a monk copying books in an unheated monastery, how nice it must have felt to have a warm cat curling itself around your legs. Funny how little has changed - I think that's what so brilliant about both the curses and the poems. :)
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I can imagine being a monk copying books in an unheated monastery, how nice it must have felt to have a warm cat curling itself around your legs. Though less fun when said cat would pee all over a manuscript that had taken you hours or days to copy. And LOL at the illustrations and the curses in Latin!
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He was unwell for a long time, so it wasn't a surprise, but still. I miss having a thing that purrs. (This was him.)
as soon as the weather is good, she wants to be outside in the wild, killing things, and she brings us "gifts" from early spring right through almost to the beginning of winter.
Ah yes, that sounds familiar. Spike once brought us a baby rabbit. /o\
I can imagine being a monk copying books in an unheated monastery, how nice it must have felt to have a warm cat curling itself around your legs.
Funny how little has changed - I think that's what so brilliant about both the curses and the poems. :)