Hello, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Argyle, and I’m a retired gentleman cat. I’m also a retired rapscallion cat, but my rapscallion days were two or three lives ago, and my intervening lives taught me more genteel ways. This life, I live in a fiber and fabric shop, called the Weaver’s Cat, with SKEINS AND SKEINS OF YARN! But I am the epitome of decorum and I don’t bother the SKEINS or the FLOSS or the SPINDLES . . .
There are three places in the Weaver’s Cat that I think of as my own, and I spend most of my time in one or another of them. If you come to see me at the shop, you’ll either find me napping in the window seat in Kath’s study up in the attic, or napping carefully in the front display window, or waiting patiently in the kitchen by my food dish. Napping is an enjoyable pastime. Waiting to be fed is less enjoyable, but if you know anything about cats, then you’ll know that I’m philosophical about waiting. Poetical, too. Here’s a haiku I wrote about sitting by my dish.
For small fish favors
Did that haiku make you purr? All haikus make me purr. I love them. Other things that make me purr are finding a pool of sunshine for a nap, finding a warm lap for a nap, and listening to my friend Geneva recite haikus. Did you know that it isn’t just an old wives’ tale that cats can see ghosts? Geneva is a ghost. She isn’t much clearer than rippled glass in an old window, but she’s interesting and a good friend. Something else makes me purr, and that’s dreaming of batting every single BALL OF YARN in the shop! And the FLOSS and the BITS OF FLUFF for felting!
I would never actually bat any of those things, but not because I’m an especially good cat. I won’t because I don’t want to give satisfaction to the customers who chuckle and ask “Isn’t having a cat in a yarn shop kind of like having a bull in a china shop?” I turn my back on those customers, but I’ve written a haiku about that, too.
In the dreams a good cat dreams.
There's the door, please go.
Readers, have you ever tried writing a haiku? You should. I guarantee they’ll make you PURR.
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