Penni, have you ever calculated the number of calories in an order of fish and chips? I believe it is about fifteen or sixteen hundred. I hope you didn't eat one other thing today, or just nibbled off one corner of Dan's dinner. Since you also drank a lot (your words, not my stereotype), I think maybe you should fast tomorrow to make up for blowing your diet!! Please don't write here if you're fasting, though!! You might scare away all the posters!! ;^)
All kidding aside, it is Saturday night, time for a nice poem about a cat. I like this because it answers my questions about what a cat thinks and dreams about. However, I have no idea whatsoever what a pard might be!! Wait, yes I do, because I cheated and looked it up in the dictionary. It is just the short version of the word "leopard".
Cat
The fat cat on the mat
may seem to dream
of nice mice that suffice
for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe,
walks in thought
unbowed, proud, where loud
roared and fought
his kin, lean and slim,
or deep in den
in the East feasted on beasts
and tender men.
The giant lion with iron
claw in paw,
and huge ruthless tooth
in gory jaw
the pard dark-starred
fleet upon feet,
that oft soft from aloft
leaps on his meat
where woods loom in gloom--
far now they be,
fierce and free,
and tamed is he;
but fat cat on the mat
kept as a pet,
he does not forget.
J.R.R. Tolkien
(1892-1973) |
