Macavity Macavity, There's no one like Macavity
For the last few months, I have had a stalker. A female stalker, who has even managed to invade my bedroom!
I never even noticed when she first started slinking into the house. It used to be quite spooky, to suddenly feel somebody's unwavering gaze on me and then turn around to catch just a glimpse of her swooshing by. I had absolutely no clue how she managed do do it night after night without fail. Then one day, determined to catch her in the act, I waited and waited till I saw her come into the garden. I quietly followed her. First she clambered onto the karuvepelai (curry leaf) tree in the garden, then she leapt onto the ledge above a ground floor window which is at least 6 feet away from the nearest branch. Then, and this was the best part, she did a Spiderman and actually scaled the wall to my bedroom window, which is a good 5 feet above the ledge. I would not have believed it if I hadn't seen it myself.
Not particularly desirous of a threesome, I tried to keep the intruder out of my room by putting up a makeshift screen apart from the curtain and securing it to the window grill with clips. I close the window but don't bolt it. In the middle of the night, I heard rustling noises and, lo and behold, this shadowy entity jumped onto my bed and ran away. She had managed to actually open the nearly-closed window, find a gap through the screen and squeeze through.
I have no clue how and why I became a victim of feline fascination. What's worse is that I am a dog person, not a cat person. That being that, I would have managed to tolerate this entire fatal attraction except for a teeny-weeny fact: I draw the line at cleaning up crap left behind by my admirers. Which is what I have been forced to do of late. Wonder which of its nine janams ka badla the creature is taking from me.
Speaking of janams, I'm sure she must have been a Russian gymnast in at least one of its lives. That, or she must have been really moved by TS Eliot's Macavity the Mystery Cat, one of my all-time faves and I suspect that of many ICSE students as well.
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
He's broken every human law,
He breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare
And when you reach the scene of crime
Macavity's not there.
posted by afishcalledgoonda @ 6:16 PM
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hey came around this website while searching for cat poems.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poems/cat/page-1/
and for catty stuff, actually got to read possum tales , got the entire mcavity too, ,,,here it goes...
Macavity: The Mystery Cat
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw -
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime - Macavity's not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime - Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air -
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!
Mcavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square -
But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!
He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's.
And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair -
Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!
And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty's gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair -
But it's useless to investigate - Mcavity's not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
`It must have been Macavity!' - but he's a mile away.
You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long-division sums.
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibi, and one or two to spaer:
At whatever time the deed took place - MACAVITY WASN'T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!
-- T. S. Eliot
Macavity the mystery cat...of course i remember!
and hey if this was amreeca you could have sued the cat hahahaha!
hmmm, fie-null-iy the internet connection here WORKS.
BTW, ignoramus me... Macavity, eye-thot, needs a root-canal.
hmmm.
Of course..now it comes back to me.. Macavity! LOL!
Use Tor (free) to bypass all office monitoring. If you can, buy Anonymizer.
For reasons that aren't apparent to me, I didn't find the poem 'funny' per se, even at that time. I liked it but it was just an interesting poem is all I remember. Sure it has some interesting and crazy verses.
Hi,Journeylist,I somehow guessed that ur mysterious stalker was a cat.:)Nice post.:)
Nice.
That was nice Haiku kind of poem.
So why did you name her Macavity,
What does it mean?
And I like the way you have passionately written about the feline creature.
Pintoo
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