theme thursday - pets

He is quiet and small, he is black
From his ears to the tip of his tail;
He can creep through the tiniest crack
He can walk on the narrowest rail.



The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.



For every house is incomplete without him and a blessing is lacking in the spirit.

1. Mr Mistoffelees - T S Eliot
2. The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock - T S Eliot
3. For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffry (excerpt, Jubilate Agno) - Christopher Smart