The sonnet is a masterpiece, although I challenge Gib’s view that brownie cats are scarce worth looking at.
I’ve been so brisk about my business as a poet, I had no time to pen my diurnal [journal].
And I have a new friend. Smokie, he sayt they call him. But I go too fast.
First, my tale. I was most careful in my preparation. For it come to me that I must start when things are about to change. And tell of Teasel sooner than I did in my diurnal, because he’s our hero.
I broke my tale into five parts, and told it over five of our assemblies.
And I oped with a prowlook [prologue], so that they cats who never before heared a good tale could have an inkling of what was to come. I sayt:
My tale’s of Teasel Puss, courageous cat,
In far off Krete where I do lay my scene,
A spinster’s joy, though scarce worth looking at,
He’s of a…
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