Thursday, June 5, 2008

Practical Thursday Part Six

It's Thursday again - that means it's time for another 'Practical Cat'. This week, we've added a video of the scene from Cats, so that you can all sing along!

OLD DEUTERONOMY
Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time;
   He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession.
He was famous in proverb and famous in rhyme
   A long while before Queen Victoria's accession.
Old Deuteronomy's buried nine wives
   And more-I am tempted to say, ninety-nine;
And his numerous progeny prospers and thrives
   And the village is proud of him in his decline.
At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy,
   When he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall,
The Oldest Inhabitant croaks: 'Well, of all...
   Things...Can it be...really!...No!...Yes!...
       Ho! hi!
       Oh, my eye!
My sight may be failing, but yet I confess
I believe it is Old Deuteronomy!'

Old Deuteronomy sits in the street,
   He sits in the High Street on market day;
The bullocks may bellow, the sheep they may bleat,
   But the dogs and the herdsmen will turn them away.
The cars and the lorries run over the kerb,
   And the villagers put up a notice: ROAD CLOSED-
So that nothing untoward may chance to disturb
   Deuteronomy's rest when he feels so disposed
Or when he's engaged in domestic economy:
   And the Oldest Inhabitant croaks: 'Well, of all...
   Things...Can it be...really!...No!...Yes!...
       Ho! hi!
       Oh, my eye!
I am deaf of an ear now, but yet I can guess
That the cause of the trouble is Old Deuteronomy!'

Old Deuteronomy lies on the floor
   Of the Fox and French Horn for his afternoon sleep;
And when the men say: 'There's just time for one more,'
   Then the landlady from her back parlour will peep
And say: 'Now then, out you go, by the back door,
   For Old Deuteronomy mustn't be woken-
I'll have the police if there's any uproar'-
   And out they all shuffle, without a word spoken.
The digestive repose of that feline's gastronomy
   Must never be broken, whatever befall:
And the Oldest Inhabitant croaks: 'Well, of all...
   Things...Can it be...really!...No!...Yes!...
       Ho! hi!
       Oh, my eye!
My legs may be tottery, I must go slow
And be careful of Old Deuteronomy!'



And get ready to see all the distruction from the house trashing party tomorrow!

12 comments:

Dr Tweety of da Fab Five said...

Dis iz a wunderful poem by TS Eliot. We alwayz loved dis one & da one abouts da ginger cats.

ML said...

Faith Boomerang said...
Oh, the song is good and I like to sing and talk...
but I cannot wait to see the results of our House Trashing Par-tay! Yay!
Love & Purrs,
Faith Boo

Monty Q. Kat said...

Gak, stop singing, MomBean! You're gonna wake up Sprout!

DEBRA said...

Oh no you've got Mom singing...stop Mom stop!

Purrs
Abby

Tybalt said...

Another great one!

Samantha & Tigger said...

We love CATS!!! And we can sing, too!
Oh goodie, pictures of the House Trashing party! We can hardly wait!
YFF,

The Furry Kids said...

Don't call it destruction - it's interior design. hee hee

love and whiskie kissies to bert!
Tazo

Jan's Funny Farm said...

Can't wait to see the housetrashing pix.

In response to your question, the folks who make the DogPause bowl are working on one to slow down fast-eating cats. Then Jake & Pearl might stop trying to steal your stinky goodness.

Queen Snickers and Empress said...

OOO momma wants to go see Cats now!

Jake! It was rainy this morning but it is sunny now, come over and we can go lay outside on my sofa! ~Queen Snickers

Mickey said...

Oooooooooooo,I liked that and da video too :)
More trashing!! Woohoo!! :)
Purrs Mickey

Liss said...

Cats is a great play

MoMo said...

Love the poem and the musical! SS hums the songs from it quite often.