[Ansteorra] Hamlet's Cat's Soliloquy

[Elaine Crittenden]

The time taken to read Hamlet's Cat's Soliloquy---PRICELESS!
;-)

Lete,
who worked in six of Shakespeare's plays, shortly after he wrote them in my
modern days' youthful years of thespianism...  ;-D

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>From: RIsaac9056 at aol.com
>To: Ansteorra at ansteorra.org
>Subject: [Ansteorra] Hamlet's Cat's Soliloquy
>Date: Sun THMar 6,2005,10:55 AM
>

> I just wanted to share a funny little side story with everyone!
>
>
> Hamlet's Cat's Soliloquy
>
>   To go outside, and there perchance to stay
>   Or to remain within: that is the question:
>   Whether 'tis better for a cat to suffer
>   The cuffs and buffets of inclement weather
>   That Nature rains on those who roam abroad,
>   Or take a nap upon a scrap of carpet,
>   And so by dozing melt the solid hours
>   That clog the clock's bright gears with sullen time
>   And stall the dinner bell.
>   To sit, to stare Outdoors, and by a stare to seem to state
>   A wish to venture forth without delay,
>   Then when the portal's opened up, to stand
>   As if transfixed by doubt.
>   To prowl; to sleep;
>   To choose not knowing when we may once more
>   Our readmittance gain: aye, there's the hairball;
>   For if a paw were shaped to turn a knob,
>   Or work a lock or slip a window-catch,
>   And going out and coming in were made
>   As simple as the breaking of a bowl,
>   What cat would bear the household's petty plagues,
>   The cook's well-practiced kicks, the butler's broom,
>   The infant's careless pokes, the tickled ears,
>   The trampled tail, and all the daily shocks
>   That fur is heir to, when, of his own free will,
>   He might his exodus or entrance make
>   With a mere mitten?
>   Who would spaniels fear,
>   Or strays trespassing from a neighbor's yard,
>   But that the dread of our unheeded cries
>   And scratches at a barricaded door
>   No claw can open up, dispels our nerve
>   And makes us rather bear our humans' faults
>   Than run away to unguessed miseries?
>   Thus caution doth make house cats of us all;
>   And thus the bristling hair of resolution
>   Is softened up with the pale brush of thought,
>   And since our choices hinge on weighty things,
>   We pause upon the threshold of decision.
>
>   ~shakespaw
>
> Robert I.
> LD Caradoc
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