Little Kitteh! Little Kitteh! burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Was it the will of the Master of the Universe alone that gave life to man? Or did Adam — in the manner of LK above, gazing with longing through the seemingly impenetrable window that separated them — reach out to slip the surly bonds of earth to put out his hand/paw and touch the face of God/Tuck?
"LOVE the post, LOVE the Van Goghian Paintings Graphics, BUT..." writes our imail correspondent re our previous post:
She: I worry so much about losing our skills. Going to the Internet for all the answers is pretty dicey.
We: Oh. Not to worry. I find that I hone my skills. When I can't remember something, finding it out there reinforces my memory for lost details. But definitely a legitimate concern. Especially for people who never knew anything to start with, such as today's brainwashed students.
Our new Annin American flag from the totally awesome Accent Banner in Medford — found out about it online, drove over there and got a heart-warming personal tour of the factory plus lots of good advice about the proper fittings for remounting our flag — hung between the central columns of our Greek Revival manse. Complete with new swiveling pulleys from Westerbeke Marine across the Creek in East Boston.
"If the internet died tomorrow, due to Global Warming [Yuk, yuk] ....you and I might remember where to go for information, but the kids taday won't have a CLUE":
She: I APPLAUD the Internet … have had so much fun with typing in, "whatever," and there it is, BUT… if the Internet goes down, you are left with a couple of generations who go "DOH."
Little Kitteh had us in the emergency room over a little misunderstanding on Sunday. She was trying to clear the property of "vermin" — the concept, Tuck explains, that our feline companions use to categorize birds, small mammals, insects, spiders, slugs and other cats — with the exception of Earl Grey, of course — who would invade their territory. Lover of all things bright and beautiful that we are, we were trying to rescue a precious baby Gray Catbird from the jaws. But our timing and hand-eye coordination were off. In a violent face-off complicated by the dense undergrowth of the lilac out front, we lost the fledgling — or was it a pre-fledgling that had fallen from the nest? — and a lot of our own blood: Final score: LK=2, Sissy=0.
The parents were frantic. Their calls and fruitless attempts to misdirect Little Kitteh's attention away from their helpless offspring will haunt our dreams. We can't hear them now without remembering the horror. Puncture wounds on back of right hand and left thumb. Profuse bleeding. Chelsea Mass General emergency room across town delivered. We accepted a tetanus shot but asked for no antibiotics if not absolutely necessary, remembering the havoc they can wreak on the digestive system when they kill your body's beneficial micro-organisms together with the bad stuff. Next morning we regretted not having gone with the antibiotics, though: Angry red, painful and swollen hand and thumb made it almost impossible to surf the internet, let alone blog or tweet! It's those darned germs in cats' mouths and the deadly delivery system of their canines:
Little Kitteh didn't hold our attempt to thwart fulfillment of her turf-defending duties against us, and how could we be angry with her for following her nature? On the good side, the antibiotics are doing their work — swelling and pain subsiding by the day — plus the doc turned us on to a "wonder drug" we'd never heard of: Probiotics. With "20 billion active cultures per capsule" (according to the package description), they help "maintain and modulate your body's natural microflora."