Happy Black Cat Day

5 thoughts on “Happy Black Cat Day”

1. You did it again! The link at the beginning of your post took me to a fascinating article! Medieval cats! Who knew!
   Jane

2. Adorable!

   MM

3. Witches’ incantation from Macbeth_

   _First Witch_
   Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.

   _Second Witch_
   Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

   _Third Witch_
   Harpier cries, “‘Tis time, ’tis time.”

   _First Witch_
   Round about the cauldron go;
   In the poison’d entrails throw.
   Toad, that under cold stone
   Days and nights has thirty-one
   Swelter’d venom sleeping got,
   Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.

   _All_
   Double, double, toil and trouble;
   Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

   _Second Witch_
   Fillet of a fenny snake,
   In the cauldron boil and bake;
   Eye of newt and toe of frog,
   Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
   Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,
   Lizard’s leg and owlet’s wing,
   For a charm of pow’rful trouble,
   Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

   _All_
   Double, double, toil and trouble;
   Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
   Third Witch
   Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
   Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf
   Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark,
   Root of hemlock digg’d i’ the dark,
   Liver of blaspheming Jew,
   Gall of goat, and slips of yew

   Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse,
   Nose of Turk and Tartar’s lips,
   Finger of birth-strangled babe
   Ditch-deliver’d by a drab,
   Make the gruel thick and slab:
   Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
   For the ingredients of our cauldron.

   _All_
   Double, double, toil and trouble;
   Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

   _Second Witch_
   Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
   Then the charm is firm and good.

   _Enter Hecate,_
   _to the other three Witches:_

   _Hecate_
   O well done! I commend your pains;
   And evr’ry one shall share i’ the gains;
   And now about the cauldron sing,
   Live elves and fairies in a ring;
   Enchanting all that you put in…

   Come, come, come, come, come, give me your hand,
   What’s done cannot be undone:
   I tell you yet again…
   Banquo’s buried
   He cannot come out on ‘s grave…
   To bed, to bed:
   There’s knocking at the gate.

4. 🎃

5. Double double,,,,saw that play in Baltimore with Christopher Plummmer. I hate myself for not taking all my Playbills when I left my old house.
   As far as the kitty cats are considered, well in one one, Aborable!

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