Puss and Boots, an ancient story retold by Perrault in the 1600’s extols the virtues of this animal familiar. The boots may have been to relieve the perspiration, cats have thru their paws. But more intriguingly they also created a bravado and swagger necessary to convince the king to let the cats owner marry the princess. The chicanery of Puss appeals to the mischievous in us all and perhaps to a small child, it is a necessity.
The Mesopotamians were probably the first to have domesticated cats 100,000 years ago. The Egyptians worship them through the Goddess Bastet and the Indians through their goddess Sasht.
Pope Gregory in the 1200’s declared a ban on them as they were associated with pre Christian belief systems. This may have contributed to the plague, as cats kept the parasites on rats under control.
Queen Victoria developed an interest in cats thru archeology that was prevalent in her day. This reawakened the cat mythology to the totem standard of a hero.
One of the oldest games in human history is the cat’s cradle. A loop of string creates complex patterns moving from one person to another. Kurt Vonnegut’s book of this name, describes the differences between religion and science and wherein lies the truth?
Harry Chapin’s song of the same name shows the bittersweet cycle of our human condition. How we repeat the lack of time we take with those we love.
In memory of Michael Katz. 1953-2019
By William Henry Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.