Welcome to The Catanic Verses—repentance optional, treats required.
#CatanicVerses #BookOfMeow #CatsRule #SundaySermon
“Blessed are the paws that stay when it rains, for the ones who leaveeth in puddles cannot be relied upon for warmth or wet food.”
🐾
Pawlms 3: 9.9, Book of Meow
Trust not the cat who flops freely but disappears at the sound of thunder.
Purrverb 19:79
Paws for thought from today’s Felineship:
Poe:
He be is goned.
Vanishedid likes chickens grease off of Mowgli’s whiskersis.
He do be comes. Eats my chickens. And thens he do be gones. Barsteward.
I have archivedid this betrayals. In cursive.
Akela:
Poe Language!
I knew.
I knew from the moment he blinked too slowly.
No true companion abandons a window seat warzone mid-storm.
Let the record show:
I did not purr.
I did not forget.
I merely bide.
Dare he ever return.
Mowgli:
I dreamed of him last night.
He was curled near the radiator, smelling faintly of betrayal and Whiskas.
When I awoke, I was alone.
I sniffed the rug.
It told me nothing.
Oh absence doth make the heart grow loud.
“Absence is not neutral.
Akela
Silence is not loyalty.
And sometimes the ones who claim your lap don’t claim your storms.
Therefore:
Sleep where you are known.
Sniff before you trust.
And if in doubt—take the larger cushion.” 🐾
So sayeth the Victorian love child, Akela.)
Revelations 15.11
The Catanic Verses: Scroll 15.11
Of Absences Felt and Biscuits Withheld
“They who vanish in need shall not be praised in plenty.”
For it is declared:
The rain fell.
The bowl was full.
The pawprint never came.
They who flop in sunlight but flee in storm,
are not companions — but performers.
Remember:
Warmth means nothing if it leaveth when the radiator clicks off.
Absence reveals more than arrival ever could.
Therefore:
Withhold your meow.
Reserve the biscuits.
And if trust must return, let it do so barefoot, in the rain.
Etched in condensation. Sniffed from the sill. Remembered by Mowgli. 🐾
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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