Herodotus writes that when an Egyptian house was on fire, the inhabitants were more concerned about their cats than their property. When a member of a visiting Roman delegation accidentally killed a cat in 59BC, the man was lynched despite intervention from the king. And the Egyptian sage Ankhsheshonq warned, “Do not laugh at a cat”.
Once I bought a house with a roof terrace from where I would be able to observe the sea, and ships passing by. Continue reading Pigeons
….turning, saw, as one sees in a dream,
It was a Sheep had broke the moorland peace
With his sad cry, a creature who did seem
The blackest thing that ever wore a fleece
I walked towards him on the stony track
And, pausing for a while between two crags
I asked him,’Have you wool upon your back?’
Thus he bespake, ‘Enough to fill three bags.’
Most courteously, in measured tones he told
Who would receive each bag and where they dwelt;
And oft, now years has passed and I am old,
I recollect with joy that inky pelt.
To read more of this nursery rhyme as it might have been written by William Wordsworth, or Hickory Dickory Dock in the style of T S Eliot, seek out Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis by Wendy Cope ( ff Classics)