MagnifiCat

Magnificat 20th Jan


FeLV, panleucopaenia, and anything else the vet says I need...

I'm safe ! Immunised, and I have a free at point of need dentist too. (expensive, obviously, but I'm not paying)
Sharp, white, perfect and very pointy teeth...
I break necks. I stop hearts. I eat still-warm flesh and fur and bones. (but not the nasty green bit)
Ever looked at a cat's skull ? The teeth say who I am, cat, killer, ruthless. Afterwards, full and finished with death, I'm just as beautiful, curled on a bed, cat by the fireside, or basking beside the long row of bright geraniums. ( Only those weary-dreary TV gardeners explain, tediously, that they're PELARGONIUMS.
I'm in the Humpty-Dumpty camp... When I use a word, it means just what I choose it to mean...
Geraniums... Crimson and scarlet, in deep blue pots, on the wide slate shelf, just below my window... Where are they now ? It doesn't seem to be Winter, there's no snow, and nothing else either... especially sun.
I used to bask in just the right position for writers & artists and passing cameramen/women. A cat, even just any cat, transforms even a dull photo.The last time a glossy cameraman came this way, probably to pap some infinitely dull celeb, he saw me instead, stopped in his tracks, said to himself, Who is that wonderful cat ?

So there you are... MagnifiCat, the centrefold star...
Not, actually, because I refused to have my middle stapled... One full page in a very fine publication was exactly the right degree of exposure.

Today, before breakfast, I was wondering about the powers of darkness and ££££ £& $$$$$. (In a household blighted by poverty, this ancient keyboard I'm using doesn't have a euro sign. )

I wonder about all the 00000 too. Lots of them are still awol, all over the world, and it can't all be Sir Fred's fault, can it ? Or the one who made off with everything ? ( Madoff ? What kind of name is that ? )

Nobody tells me anything... Did the powers of darkness actually destroy money ? Or was it some kind of moral Roundup ? Last night, just before I went out, I heard tears and I know why... This is worrying. My friends used to laugh... Now it's all silence and tears... Most days, I wander in at about four in the morning, but perhaps, with things as they are, I should make that three. Studying the species, I know it's their very worst time. They need me, soft, heavy, curled beside them as they lie awake, worrying about jobs and money and love. And food ?

They used to lie awake worrying about mad cows, foot and mouth ( what on earth was all that about ? ) bird flu, pig flu, MMR for their babies... Now they just worry, can't seem to stop...

The very good news is, I'm not scared of cat flu or cat anything, because (see above) my private health care package includes immunisation against that too. No pig flu... I can't catch it ( or foot and mouth) Picky little creatures, viruses.

If, if, if...If only I had enough ££££ or $$$$, or even euros, I'd give everyone MagniCat healthcare. I don't pay. Why should anybody else ? One day (sed noli modem) I'll grow old... Then, very gently, I really will fall asleep.
Look in the yellow book...Can you find any care home for people like me ?
Old, blind, deaf, in pain ? Not able to eat, or wash, or anything ?
Of course not... Nobody will ever treat me like that. It's against the law...