cats play with a mouse
why do my sympathies shift
?
cats play with a mouse
why do my sympathies shift
?
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Because, good keeper of cats and ‘ku, one thinks not of a rat-in-training when watching a mouse entertain his overlord felines, but flashes backward instead to a days with the celluloid mouse led the cat by its cartoon nose.
Reblogged this on richwrapper and commented:
Bruce Jewett’s conundrum – he is devoted to grandson and cats and I know which came first – and answered his query third-line thusly: because, good sir, you see not a rat-in-training but a flashback to an earlier celluloid time when the smartermaouse led the tall cat about by its easy nose and thus you do cheer most quietly the exploits of your tormentercats but softly with a small shiver of sympathy for one poor city cousin. What a wonderful endline. I must steal one bright or gloomed day.