Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
So she who must be obeyed ignored takes me for my lark in the park every day and then I can go and terrorize my territories and hunt vermin to my hearts content. Well in theory as sometimes she says I get too carried away. My eyes go amber and I go all crazy and that is when I loose all control according to my peeps. Well the other day there were so many squirrels taunting me I kind of lost it. Peeps thought I should calm down and go home. No way was I agreeing to that and after a good ten minutes trying to round me up she eventually caught me. Drats I thought I am not putting up with that when the squirrels are asking to be deaded. So I sat down, yes I placed my butt firmly on the ground and staged a sit down protest. I was as determined as a barnacle stuck to the hull of a ship not to move from the spot. She pulled, I stayed rooted and so the fight ensued with her muttering some not very nice words as she tried to move me. Eventually she dragged me butt down through the woods. So back at home I spent the days giving her the stinky eyes and quietly laughing when she moaned she now had back ache. Serves her right for ruining my fun I say. Do your peeps stop you from enjoying yourself.? Have a marvellous Moanday all.