Rubes by Leigh Rubin for December 08, 2024

nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah Bat Cat!

♪♫ Felines, Nothing more than felines…

I live in Drumcliffe County Sligo Ireland, Just 2 miles down the road where the poet W.B Yeats is buried. I thought that one of his poems would be appropriate here.

THE CAT AND THE MOON (1919)

The cat went here and there

And the moon spun round like a top,

And the nearest kin of the moon

The creeping cat, looked up.

Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,

For, wander and wail as he would

The pure cold light in the sky

Troubled his animal blood.

Minnaloushe runs in the grass

Lifting his delicate feet.

Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?

When two close kindred meet,

What better than call a dance?

Maybe the moon may learn,

Tired of that courtly fashion,

A new dance turn.

Minnaloushe creeps through the grass

From moonlit place to place,

The sacred moon overhead

Has taken a new phase.

Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils

Will pass from change to change,

And that from round to crescent,

From crescent to round they range?

Minnaloushe creeps through the grass

Alone, important and wise,

And lifts to the changing moon

His changing eyes.

William Butler Yeats 1865-1939

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement.

Cat moon do.

‘Silhouettes’ by The Rays

Not a shadow of a doubt.

“No – which one of us will get the first shoe in the back of the head”

" no, I was wondering why you can tune a piano but you cant tune a fish"

Batman: lol how cute

The trouble with a kitten is that eventually it becomes a cat.—Ogden Nash