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Redball:
An acquaintance, an excellent soprano, told us on FB her 20-year-old cat died in the last day or so, with the phrase "For I will consider my cat, Rebel." In the post, she told us that in a concert in Rhode Island last night, she sang from the Benjamin Britten "Rejoice in the Lamb." The words are those of a "lunatic", and in the beginning a little strange. But they come together in a ringing declaration of Christian faith.  They include these lyrics about a cat:

For I will consider my cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the living God.
Duly and daily serving him.

For at the first glance
Of the glory of God in the East
He worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body
Seven times round with elegant quickness.
For he knows that God is his saviour.
For God has bless'd him
In the variety of his movements.
For there is nothing sweeter
Than his peace when at rest.

For I am possessed of a cat,
Surpassing in beauty,
From whom I take occasion
To bless Almighty God.

Not that I'm much of a Christian, but I've sung "Rejoice" and adore the work and the words.

Barmymoo:
I have read a wonderful, affectionate parody of those lyrics but never the original. Thank you!

Redball:
Have you ever heard it?
The complete lyrics are here. Paul has recorded the work, I believe in surround sound. I've been assembling a sound system, with most of the hardware given to me by a friend here, in part so I can hear it as recorded.

bainidhe_dub:
Pointless dog story: My dog is allergic to something this time of year so we give him 8 Benadryl with each meal (he's a big dog), but we ran out and only had 2 to give him with dinner on Saturday. I went to the store yesterday and got a bunch more, and gave him some right away because he was all itchy pawing at his nose and rubbing his face on the arm of the couch. He managed to drop about half of it on the floor but it's a start, and he got more with dinner. Apparently it was enough because by about 8pm he was turned into a big puddle of fuzz sprawled across the hallway. He rolled over for a belly rub and kept drifting off but then would start looking around like "I'm awake!!" It all wore off overnight though because by 4am he was back to barking at God fucking knows what outside.

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