Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer, by T.S. Eliot

Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer, by T.S. Eliot

Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer were a very notorious couple of cats.
As knockabout clown, quick-change comedians,
tight-rope walkers and acrobats.
They had extensive reputation.
They made their home in Victoria Grove —
That was merely their centre of operation,
for they were incurably given to rove.

They were very well know in Cornwall Gardens,
in Launceston Place and in Kensington Square —
They had really a little more reputation
than a couple of cats can very well bear.

If the area window was found ajar
And the basement looked like a field of war,
If a tile or two came loose on the roof,
Which presently ceased to be waterproof,
If the drawers were pulled out from the bedroom chests,
And you couldn’t find one of your winter vests,
Or after supper one of the girls
Suddenly missed her Woolworth pearls:

Then the family would say: “It’s that horrible cat!
It was Mungojerrie — or Rumpelteazer!”–
And most of the time they left it at that.

Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer had a very unusual gift of the gab.
They were highly efficient cat-burglars as well,
and remarkably smart at smash-and-grab.
They made their home in Victoria Grove.
They had no regular occupation.
They were plausible fellows,
and liked to engage a friendly policeman in conversation.

When the family assembled for Sunday dinner,
With their minds made up that they wouldn’t get thinner
On Argentine joint, potatoes and greens,
And the cook would appear from behind the scenes
And say in a voice that was broken with sorrow:
“I’m afraid you must wait and have dinner tomorrow!
For the joint has gone from the oven-like that!”
Then the family would say: “It’s that horrible cat!
It was Mungojerrie–or Rumpelteazer!”–
And most of the time they left it at that.

Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer had a wonderful way of working together.
And some of the time you would say it was luck, and some of
the time you would say it was weather.
They would go through the house like a hurricane, and no sober
person could take his oath
Was it Mungojerrie — or Rumpelteazer? or could you have sworn
that it mightn’t be both?

And when you heard a dining-room smash
Or up from the pantry there came a loud crash
Or down from the library came a loud ping
From a vase which was commonly said to be Ming–
Then the family would say: “Now which was which cat?
It was Mungojerrie! AND Rumpelteazer!”– And there’s nothing at all to be done about that!

The Owl and the Pussycat, by Edward Lear

Edward Lear, the artist and author of Nonsense Verse, was devoted to ‘Foss’, his tabby cat. So much so that when he decided to move house to San Remo in Italy, he instructed the architect to design a replica of his old home. Lear did this, it is reported, so that the daily routine of the tabby cat Foss should not be disturbed, and so he be caused the minimum of distress at the move.

The Owl and the Pussy-cat

[ I ]

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!’

[ II ]

Pussy said to the Owl, ‘You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?’
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

[ III ]

‘Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?’ Said the Piggy, ‘I will.’
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

Author: by Edward Lear.

Lear’s drawings of the striped tabby cat Foss are well-known, one instance being in this image which accompany his rhyme “The Owl and the Pussy Cat.”

Owl and Pussycat Illustration

How Pleasant to Know Mr. Lear, by Edward Lear

[In which Edward Lear mentions his old friend Foss the cat]

Old Foss the cat

Old Foss the Cat
Artist: Edward Lear

How Pleasant to Know Mr. Lear – by Edward Lear

How pleasant to know Mr. Lear,
Who has written such volumes of stuff.
Some think him ill-tempered and queer,
But a few find him pleasant enough.

His mind is concrete and fastidious,
His nose is remarkably big;
His visage is more or less hideous,
His beard it resembles a wig.

He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers,
(Leastways if you reckon two thumbs);
He used to be one of the singers,
But now he is one of the dumbs.

He sits in a beautiful parlour,
With hundreds of books on the wall;
He drinks a great deal of marsala,
But never gets tipsy at all.

He has many friends, laymen and clerical,
Old Foss is the name of his cat;
His body is perfectly spherical,
He weareth a runcible hat.

When he walks in waterproof white,
The children run after him so!
Calling out, “He’s gone out in his night-
Gown, that crazy old Englishman, oh!”

He weeps by the side of the ocean,
He weeps on the top of the hill;
He purchases pancakes and lotion,
And chocolate shrimps from the mill.

He reads, but he does not speak, Spanish,
He cannot abide ginger beer;
Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish,
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear!

How Pleasant to Know Mr. Lear – by Edward Lear

Starving Greek Kittens

Seeing your Greek cats…. these little things were hanging around our table at an outdoor restaurant on a recent holiday. They were really starving and so thin, so what could we do but give them some scraps of sword fish we had left. Of course they kept coming back for more. This is quite common in Greece, but a nearby diner (quite well fed too) had to have his say by giving us unapproving looks. What could we do… we ignored him of course and carried on feeding these poor creatures!

Me and my Cat Shack

Hi reader… Norm here again.

Well I finally got my owner to take a picture of my cat house (which he likes to call a kennel… but I’m having none of it ~ it’s nowhere near as good as a kennel!).

Me and my Cat Shack

Here I am in my cat shack (Huh, kennel! my left paw it is!).

Well here’s me thinking what lovely house this is… made out of some left over wood from the new floor and covered in roof felt,to keep the rain out… but what does he then do, but show me a picture of some continental cats palace (I mean just look at it!), all made of posh timber and covered in a shiny tile and button mosaic…

.. but I’m not jealous, honest.

Max the Cat in his posh house

Max in his cat shack covered in a mosaic of tiles and buttons.

Well, lucky old Max I must say! I think I need to have a word don’t you.

Norm.

Chinese mountain cat

Cat of the Month ~ May 2009

Chinese mountain cat

Reported in the National Geographic News in August 2007, a remote camera captured this image of the elusive Chinese mountain cat at about 12,300 feet (3,750 meters) on the edge of the Tibetan Plateau in China’s Sichuan Province.

A total of eight images of the feline (using a camera triggered by the body heat of the animal), represent the first time the mountain cat has been photographed in the wild, said Jim Sanderson, a cat specialist with the Wildlife Conservation Network who has been studying these animals for the last four years. Jim led the team that snapped the rare shots.

Sanderson is hoping that the new images will reveal some of the secretive habits that have kept the creature a mystery to scientists for nearly a century.

Chinese mountain cat in captivity

Captive Mountain Cat
Photograph: Beijing Zoo

Another image (above) of this species of cat has been taken at a zoo in Beijing. This cat has taken a defensive posture in fear of its captors.

The Mountain Catcat’s long, dense coat and thick underfur protect it from harsh Tibetan snowstorms, but such defenses are useless against local hunters, who covet its pelt.

“Until now, even cat specialists had only seen this animal as skins or in less than perfect shape in zoos”, said Jim, “These [new camera-trap] pictures will call attention to one of the rarest and most beautiful small cats.”