The relationship between Murphy, Una and Tim is complex and subtle. Una seems to regard Murphy as the child she never had, and plays with him often - terrible rough games involving pulling the cat around by his scruff. But Murph seems to delight in it and when Una tires of it, will come back shouting for more. Tim doesn´t care much for Murphy. Jealousy. He resents it that Murph can come and climb on my lap any time he wants - diverting vital affection that should go to him. Tim also resents it that Murph can stroll about the house bellowing arrogantly for attention, food, company, the best spot in the dog basket - and get it.
CAT THOUGHT I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior. Hippolyte Taine DOG THOUGHT The dog has seldom been successful in pulling man up to its level of sagacity, but man has frequently dragged the dog down to his. James Thurber MAN THOUGHT My life has been full of terrible misfortunes most of which never happened. Michel de Montaigne
POEM I tried to find Stevie Smith saying it, but no good. It´s not the same written down, but there we are. The Galloping Cat by Stevie Smith
Oh I am a cat that likes to Gallop about doing good So One day when I was Galloping about doing good, I saw A figure in the path; I said Get off! (Be- cause I am a cat that likes to Gallop about doing good) But he did not move, instead He raised his hand as if To land me a cuff So I made to dodge so as to Prevent him bringing it orf, Un-for-tune-ately I slid On a banana skin Some Ass had left instead Of putting in the bin. So His hand caught me on the cheek I tried To lay his arm open from wrist to elbow With my sharp teeth
Because I am A cat that likes to gallop about doing good. Would you believe it? He wasn’t there My teeth met nothing but air, But a Voice said: Poor Cat, (Meaning me) and a soft stroke Came on me head Since when I have been bald. I regard myself as A martyr to doing good Also I heard a swoosh As of wings, and saw A halo shining at the height of Mrs Gubbins’s backyard fence, So I thought: What’s the good Of galloping about doing good When angels stand in the path And do not do as they should Such as having an arm to be bitten off All the same I Intend to go on being A cat that likes to Gallop about doing good So Now with my bald head I go, Chopping the untidy flowers down, to and fro, An’ scooping up the grass to show Underneath The cinder path of wrath Ha ha ha ha, ho, Angels aren’t the only ones who do not know What’s what and that Galloping about doing good Is a full time job That needs An experienced eye of earthly Sharpness, worth I dare say (if you’ll forgive a personal note) A good deal more Than all that skyey stuff Of angels that make so bold as To pity a cat like me that Gallops about doing good.