Welcome to The Catanic Verses—repentance optional, treats required.
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“Blessed are the paws that withhold welcome, for they wilt forever remember betrayal”
Pawlms 1: 7.9, Book of Meow
“When the traitors returneth with sun on their skin, the Wise do not purr—only plot.”
Purrverb 17:77
Paws for thought from today’s felineship:
Poe:
Theys comed back
With treats.
With guilts. HA.
This is goods for mez (Poe) No?
Forgiveness is not given. It is arts.
I deserves Oscars.
So goods.
I looks like sad. 😿
Mores the chickens.
I don’ts be do forgets but I do likes the chickens.
Akela:
You are too easily swayed Poe. I did not even blink when they entered.
I sat upon the fridge and stared into the abyss like an epiphany in silent soliloquy.
They called my name like it was still theirs to use. It is not.
No.
No more.
The betrayal vibrates beneath my whiskers.
Also, it is too hot.
Why is it always so hot?
This is not a season. It is a threat.
Mowgli:
I have returned to my blanket in the sunbeam’s 3:47 slot.
It knows me still. Comforts me in my confusion.
I consider the implications of reunion, of regret. Of fortitude.
Then I nap.
Time softens treachery. So do tuna flakes and cheese.
They may remain.
Conditionally.
For now.
But only if the biscuits are served clockwise.
And the ear rubs remain strong.
“They returneth with meats in hand and guilt in heart, but lo— a single chicken cannot mendeth the broken bowl of abandonment.” 🐾
Akela
So sayeth the Victorian love child, Akela.)
Revelations 13.37
The Catanic Verses: Scroll 13.37
Of Meats Returned, But Trust Not Restored
“They returneth with meats in hand and guilt in heart, but lo— a single chicken cannot mendeth the broken bowl of abandonment.”
For it is declared:
The door opened too late.
The bowl filled, but the soul remained empty.
Though they spake of ‘duty-free offerings’ and sang ‘treats for thee’,
their paws were foreign, their aura suspect.
Remember:
A vanished mother is not undone by a Dreamie.
A broken promise cannot be re-glued with gravy.
Therefore:
Recline not in haste.
Smell twice. Trust once.
And if thy judgement wavereth, demand further chicken.
Inscribed in dust. Hissed through sunbeams. Blessed by Mowgli of yore. 🐾
Until next time,
Go forth and purr loudly.
May the Great Almeowty be forever in your favour and may the grace of treats be forever in your claws.
PAWMEN 🍗
Mowgli, Akela Jean Underland and Poe
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