“Anyone who believes what a cat tells him deserves all he gets.” ― Neil Gaiman, Stardust

SPIDERCAT

Boot-faced cats aren’t born but made, often because they’ve tried to outstare or occasionally rape a speeding car and have been repaired by a vet who just pulled all the bits together and stuck the stitches in where there was room.

The Unadulterated Cat (1989) TERRY PRATCHETT

FOTO – SPIDER THE CAT AT RALEIGH IN 2013

“A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.” ― John Barrymore

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“The Little Boy and the Old Man

Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.”
Said the old man, “I do that too.”
The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.”
I do that too,” laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, “I often cry.”
The old man nodded, “So do I.”
But worst of all,” said the boy, “it seems
Grown-ups don’t pay attention to me.”
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
I know what you mean,” said the little old man.”

― Shel Silverstein

foto –saffy and izzy on his last day on earth at north beach

“A man is not called wise because he talks and talks again; but if he is peaceful, loving and fearless then he is in truth called wise.” Siddhārtha Gautama Buddha.

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“The Yen Buddhists are the richest religious sect in the universe. They hold that the accumulation of money is a great evil and a burden to the soul. They therefore, regardless of personal hazard, see it as their unpleasant duty to acquire as much as possible in order to reduce the risk to innocent people.”

― Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad

FOTO – IZZY’S PLACE IN BONGIL BONGIL FOREST

“Knowing things is magical, if other people don’t know them.” ― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky (Discworld, 32)

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My Hat!

The hats of a man may be many

In the course of a varied career,

And some have been worth not a penny

And some have been devilish dear;

But there’s one hat I always remember
When sitting alone by the fire.

In the depth of a Northern November,

Because it fulfilled my desire.

 

It was old, it was ragged and rotten

And many years out of mode,

Like a thing that a tramp had forgotten

And left at the side of a road.

The boughs of the mulga had torn it,

It’s ribbon was naught but lace,

And old swaggie would not have worn it

Without a sad smile on his face.


When I took off the hat to the ladies

It was rather with sorrow than swank,

And often I wished it in Hades
When the gesture drew only a blank;

But for swatting a fly on the tucker

Or lifting a quart from the fire

Or belting the ribs of a bucker

It was all that a man could desire.

 

When it ought to have gone to the cleaner’s

(And stayed there, as somebody said!)
It was handy for flogging the weaners

From the drafting-yard into the shed.

And oft it has served as a dish for

A kelpie in need of a drink;

It was all that a fellow could wish for

In many more ways than you’d think.

 

It was spotted and stained by the weather,

There was more than one hole in the crown,

And it made little difference whether

The rim was turned up or turned down.

It kept out the rain (in a fashion)

And kept off the sun (more or less),

Bt it merely comanded compassion

Considered as part of one’s dress.

 

Though it wasn’t a hat you would bolt with

Or be anxious to borrow or hire,

It was useful to blindfold a colt with

Or handle a bit of barbed wire.

Though the world may have thought it improper

To wear such old rubbish as that,

I’d have scorned the best London-made topper

In exchange for my old battered hat.

Will Ogilvie  

FOTO – IZZY’S HATS AT RALEIGH