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The Contemplative Life THE CAT From the dawn of creation the cat has known his place, and he has kept it, practically untamed and unspoiled by man. He has retenue. Of all animals, he alone attains to the Contemplative Life. He regards the wheel of existence from without, like the Buddha. There is no pretence of sym- pathy about the cat. He lives alone, aloft, sub- lime, in a wise passiveness. He is excessively proud; and, when he is made the subject of con- versation, will cast one glance of scorn, and leave the room in which personalities are bandied. All expressions of emotion he scouts as frivolous and insincere, except, indeed, in the ambrosial night, when, free from the society of mankind, he pours forth his soul in strains of unpremeditated art. The paltry pay and paltry praise of humanity he despises, like Edgar Poe. He does not exhibit the pageant of his bleeding heart; he does not howl when people die, nor explode in cries of de- light when his master returns from a journey. With quiet courtesy, he remains in his proper and comfortable place, only venturing into view when something he approves of, such as fish or game, makes its appearance. On the rights of property he is firm. If a strange cat enters his domain, he is up in claws to resist invasion. It was for these qualities, probably, that the cat was worshipped by the ancient Egyptians. Andrew Lang. 10 %
THE CAT= The Cat I like the simple dignity That hedges round the cat; You never see her showing off, She lets the dog do that. You never catch her leaping hoops, Nor prancing on the floor Upon two legs, when generous Dame Nature gave her four. We train the dog to hunt the birds, And beat him when he fails. He works all day, and never gets A single taste of quails. The cat is wiser far than he, She hunts for birds to eat; She does not run her legs off, just To give some man a treat. All cats, no matter what their breed, Are born aristocrats; They never, like the terriers, make A trade of killing rats. The cat will rid the house of rats, Because she likes the fun, No man can say she's moved to it, Because he wants it done. 11
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The Contemplative Life<br />
THE CAT<br />
From <strong>the</strong> dawn of creation <strong>the</strong> <strong>cat</strong> has known<br />
his place, and he has kept it, practically untamed<br />
and unspoiled by man. He has retenue. Of all<br />
animals, he alone attains to <strong>the</strong> Contemplative Life.<br />
He regards <strong>the</strong> wheel of existence from without,<br />
like <strong>the</strong> Buddha. There is no pretence of sym-<br />
pathy about <strong>the</strong> <strong>cat</strong>. He lives alone, aloft, sub-<br />
lime, in a wise passiveness. He is excessively<br />
proud; and, when he is made <strong>the</strong> subject of con-<br />
versation, will cast one glance of scorn, and leave<br />
<strong>the</strong> room in which personalities are bandied. All<br />
expressions of emotion he scouts as frivolous and<br />
insincere, except, indeed, in <strong>the</strong> ambrosial night,<br />
when, free from <strong>the</strong> society of mankind, he pours<br />
forth his soul in strains of unpremeditated art.<br />
The paltry pay and paltry praise of humanity<br />
he despises, like Edgar Poe. He does not exhibit<br />
<strong>the</strong> pageant of his bleeding heart; he does not<br />
howl when people die, nor explode in cries of de-<br />
light when his master returns from a journey.<br />
With quiet courtesy, he remains in his proper and<br />
comfortable place, only venturing into view when<br />
something he approves of, such as fish or game,<br />
makes its appearance. On <strong>the</strong> rights of property<br />
he is firm. If a strange <strong>cat</strong> enters his domain, he<br />
is up in claws to resist invasion. It was for <strong>the</strong>se<br />
qualities, probably, that <strong>the</strong> <strong>cat</strong> was worshipped<br />
by <strong>the</strong> ancient Egyptians. Andrew Lang.<br />
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