Wednesday, 11 March 2009

My prodigious kittens, variations on a theme

I just sat down to start work on a lecture for my first year scholarettes, on Hamlet and its discontents, and I'd gotten so far as "I have a book in my office", which is obviously not a line that will feature prominently in the lecture, but I was getting my typing head into gear, when who should leap aboard the keyboard but Harriet, kitten and Shakespearologist extraordinaire. And thus typed Harriet:

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(transcribed verbatim from Microsoft Word document)

Having now solved literary studies, Harriet is practising her archaeology in the poo-tray.


R.H. said...

The rest is silence.

lucy tartan said...

It's what kittens say when they smell a rat behind the arras.

Jayne said...

Ahhhhhhhhh, but of course!

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

As Beatrice was saying to me just last night, "How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world." That's kittens for you.

TimT said...

Timor Mortis Conturbat Bea: The song of the philosophical kitten

Joy is fleeting, transitory,
Meow, meow, meow.
I need to use the lavatory -
Meow, meow, meow.

I saw a mouse - the mouse saw me.
Meow, meow, meow.
I opened up my mouth for he -
Meow, meow, meow.

But he declined to be my tea
Meow, meow, meow.
Instead, that mouse began to flee -
Meow, meow, meow.

The flesh is brukeil, the fleish is slee -
Meow, meow, meow.
Timor mortis (etc)
Meow, meow, meow.

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

That's true, Tim. Very true. She also has a disturbing habit of licking Harriet's bottom.