Sleepycatz

Best Cat Toy Ever

We gave this to our cats just before Christmas. There’s nothing that says happy holidays more then watching your cat tear into a George W. Bush stuffed with catnip.

A Tyger

I had trouble sleeping last night; so enraged about my previous post that I just ended up laying in bed trying to relax and fall asleep. Around 4:00 I finally started to drift off and I noticed an odd sensation heat and fur pressed against my face. I opened my eyes to see this, and was reminded of William Blake’s transcendent poem:

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

 

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

 

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

 

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

 

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

 

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

– William Blake (1794)