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Thursday, 17 April 2008


Dark Puss purrs with pride at being praised; he will endeavour not to let it go quite to the tips of his ears.

Message to Dark Puss, kindly delivered in his cosy basket when his latest nap has come to an end

Thank you very much for your answer and explanations, lovely Cat! And 'ogle' is a lovely word as well.

I remember very well that I promised to write a message for you but I have to confess that I was not much inspired lately. I started something and then gave up because it didn't sound very appropriate. I knew that you would inevitably feel neglected because you didn't protest when I said that I was quite neglecting you - and how could a feline not feel neglected? I hope you are not too upset. You may be feline, you are rather good-tempered and anyway you appear to be much more good-tempered than the average feline - still like being praised?

I know where the house of John Knox is located and his grave is under the car parking near to the Cathedral - at least there was a car parking when I went there.

What I was planning to tell you is that I read 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland' by Lewis Carroll lately. I was interested in seeing how the cat was behaving and speaking in this book. And as I was fearing the Cheshire Puss is not as handsome as Dark Puss. He is not very talkative and not typically feline; Lewis Carrol could have picked any other animal to play this part. Alice meets the Cheshire Puss during her dream but she also owns a cat in her real life and she deeply misses her cat.
Anyway, the book is interesting on many aspects (relativity, absurdity, language, time and pace, being a foreigner, meeting foreigners...) and it is so cleverly witty. One can read it even when he is an adult.
I will read 'Jenny' by Paul Gallico soon and will tell you later.

Mr Bagshaw has probably noticed that Lewis Carroll mentioned the dodo, a bird that doesn't exist anymore.

Dear Glo, you are of course correct about the colloquial use of the word "dish" (and also of course "dishy"); not shocking at all, but perhaps not currently much in use. My French dictionary gives "belle fille" as the equivalent (or beau mec for those who ogle the other sex). By the way you rashly promised the Cat a message the other week and he is still looking forward to it.

Dark Puss

Soap opera, I would say! And isn't 'a dish' also used to name a good-looking person? It may be a bit colloquial though, I think, but I hope it is not shocking.

More seriously, you grasped the meaning of the book so perfectly that the mood and spirit of it has apparently rubbed off on your own post. This is no rare occurence but I think it is even more obvious in rather funny and ironic topics.

Typos checked and re-checked!

I read this book recently and loved it, but I'm really not sure why!. Sadly I cannot put my feelings for things into sensible words at present. Dark Puss (who washes up alone)

...but we love you anyway!
And have you read "Pontoon"?

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