is no ordinary cat—
In his jet darkness he becomes
The perfect statue of the great god Bast.
He is perfection in his suit of black
A gentleman cat — poised majestical
With tail curled around—
Sigil and banner of the whole cat clan,
His eyes are gold medallions and his fur fine
Sleek and smooth as velvet of the night.
If I could ever get to be a cat
I’d make a bid to be as fine as Frädi.
March 2 2nd 2000 MM