Mee-Yow

Here is a post for all the cat lovers in the world.

The following is an 8th or 9th century Irish poem written by a monk whose name is unknown.
I have also included a little sketch I drew of Dewey the Library Cat last night while laying in my bed. I don't have access to a scanner, so I had to just snap a shot of it in Photo Booth in order to get it on here. Enjoy!

"Pangur Ban"

I and Pangur Ban, my cat,
'Tis a like task we are at;
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.

Better far than praise of men
'Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill will;
He, too, plies his simple skill.

'Tis a merry thing to see
At our task how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.

Oftentimes a mouse will stray
Into the hero Pangur's way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.

'Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
'Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.

When a mouse darts from its den.
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!

So in peace our tasks we ply,
Pangur Ban, my cat and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine, and he has his.

Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade ;
I get wisdom day and night,
Turning Darkness into light.'

I'm living the life of dreams.
I'm living the life of dreams.
With good people all around me, I'm living the life of dreams.
- Julie Doiron