dailybell: For I will consider my Cat. Day 13 sheltering in place

Friday, April 3, 2020

For I will consider my Cat. Day 13 sheltering in place

April 3, 2020. Sunset 7:35 PM.
San Francisco, CA.


We dedicate this evening’s 6 feet of separation at sunset to our cat, Chloe, who has been sheltering in place for the past 8 ½ years with only Norman and me for company. I am beginning to understand her crankiness and am astonished by her (un-catlike) forbearance.
Listen to Mardi read part one of this poem by Christopher Smart for his Cat Jeoffry.
Day 13- Ringing the big bell out on the sidewalk for as long as we are sheltering in place. -BH

from Jubilate Agno
By Christopher Smart 1722-1771
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his prayer.
For he rolls upon prank to work it in.
For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself.
For this he performs in ten degrees.
For first he looks upon his forepaws to see if they are clean.
For secondly he kicks up behind to clear away there.
For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the forepaws extended.
For fourthly he sharpens his paws by wood.
For fifthly he washes himself.
For sixthly he rolls upon wash.
For seventhly he fleas himself, that he may not be interrupted upon the beat.
For eighthly he rubs himself against a post.
For ninthly he looks up for his instructions.
For tenthly he goes in quest of food.
For having consider'd God and himself he will consider his neighbour.
For if he meets another cat he will kiss her in kindness.
For when he takes his prey he plays with it to give it a chance.
For one mouse in seven escapes by his dallying.
For when his day's work is done his business more properly begins.
For he keeps the Lord's watch in the night against the adversary.
For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.
For he counteracts the Devil, who is death, by brisking about the life.
For in his morning orisons he loves the sun and the sun loves him.
For he is of the tribe of Tiger.
For the Cherub Cat is a term of the Angel Tiger.
For he has the subtlety and hissing of a serpent, which in goodness he suppresses.
For he will not do destruction, if he is well-fed, neither will he spit without provocation.
For he purrs in thankfulness, when God tells him he's a good Cat.


To be continued…

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