Meanwhile, in the Shakespeare Garden at the College, this stray cat rules (or so I assume, since other cats cringe when he walks by). He spends his luxurious afternoons sprawled on his tummy amidst flowers like primrose and heliotrope that appear in long-forgotten Shakespeare plays. Disregarding Shakespeare's subtleties, he whiles away his time stealing food scraps, fighting crows, and scratching other cats in the face. I have not seen him playing the lute or reciting poetry to beautiful women (or cats).
This cat is completely awesome! (So is your post)
ReplyDeleteWhat a bold and handsome boy! I think Shakespeare would approve of his dramatic flair.
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