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THE CAT
In my mind it strolls
As well as in my apartment,
A cat, strong, sweet and delightful.
When it meows, one scarcely hears it,
Its timbre is so tender and discreet;
Whether a growl or an appeasement,
It is always rich and deep?
That is its charm and its secret.
That voice, which pearls and filters
To the darkest recess of my purse
Delights me like a philtre
And fills me like the rhythms of a verse.
It lulls the most cruel pains to sleep
And contains all ecstasies,
It has not the need of words to speak
The lengthiest phraseologies.
There is no bow that tears so profound
On my heart's perfect strings,
No sovereign instrument vibrant with sound
Could stronger in me sing
Than your voice, mysterious
Seraphic, blissful cat? in form an angel,
Strange cat? in which all is
As harmonious as it is subtle
By Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)
The cat could very well be man's best friend but would never stoop to admitting it.
- - - Doug Larson
If the cat is hiding under the bed or behind furniture, try to play gently, offer treats, and talk to the cat. An excellent way to coax cats from hiding spots is with toys such as
a feather on a string. However, it's important that you do not hover. Spend a little time paying attention to the cat and then let him be. He will start to explore at his own pace.
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