I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots.
Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger stripes and leopard spots.
All day she sits upon the stair, or on the steps or on the mat: she sits and sits and sits and sits — and that’s what makes a Gumbie Cat!
But when the day’s hustle and bustle is done, then the Gumbie Cat’s work is but hardly begun. And when all the family’s in bed and asleep, she slips down the stairs to the basement to creep.
gotta keep up with the times, though
She is deeply concerned with the ways of the mice — their behavior’s not good and their manners not nice.
So when she has got them lined up on the matting, she teaches them music, crocheting and tatting.
first, taste to see if it’s in tune.
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots; her equal would be hard to find, she likes the warm and sunny spots.
All day she sits beside the hearth or in the sun or on my hat: she sits and sits and sits and sits — and that’s what makes a Gumbie Cat!
trainee gumbie cats
But when the day’s hustle and bustle is done, then the Gumbie Cat’s work is but hardly begun. As she finds that the mice will not ever keep quiet, she is sure it is due to irregular diet.
And believing that nothing is done without trying, she sets straight to work with her baking and frying. She makes them a mouse-cake of bread and dried peas, and a beautiful fry of lean bacon and cheese.
are the mice going to get any?
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots; the curtain-cord she like to wind, and tie it into sailor-knots.
She sits upon the window-sill, or anything that’s smooth and flat; she sits and sits and sits and sits — and that’s what makes a Gumbie Cat!
But when the day’s hustle and bustle is done, then the Gumbie Cat’s work is but hardly begun. She thinks that the cockroaches just need employment to prevent them from idle and wanton destroyment.
see what happens when you’re bored?!
So she’s formed from that lot of disorderly louts, a troop of well-disciplined, helpful boy-scouts,
with a purpose in life and a good deed to do, and she’s even created a Beetles’ Tattoo.
but they won’t hold still to be tattooed.
“tattoo, n. A call, as on drum and fife, trumpet, or bugle, shortly before taps, notifying soldiers or sailors to repair to quarters.”
Oh. Really? My bad. OK
So for Old Gumbie Cats let us now give three cheers — on whom well-ordered households depend, it appears.
T.S. Eliot
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