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- From: werpetin@risky.ecs.umass.edu (Katrina Werpetinski)
- Subject: Garrison Keillor's "Cats Credo"
- Message-ID: <1993Jan26.015726.23757@risky.ecs.umass.edu>
- Organization: I'm *not* organized...that's the problem
- Date: Tue, 26 Jan 1993 01:57:26 GMT
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- My mom sent me a photo copy of an article that I'm guessing came from
- the paper back home. Anyway, I thought y'all might be interested...
-
- Katrina
- werpetin@risky.ecs.umass.edu
-
- =-=-=-=
- (Reprinted without permission :-/ )
-
- Move may be quite a big feat for Socks
-
- Almost everyone wants to go to Washington for the inauguration except
- perhaps Socks, the Clintons' pet cat. At any rate, that's the surmise
- of humorist Garrison Keillor who imagines, in a poem called "Cats
- Credo," what Socks must be thinking about these days.
-
- by Garrison Keillor
- New York Times Special Features
-
- First of all, I may not go.
- I said to them two months ago,
- I may stay here, I just don't know.
- Oh, it's an honor to be First Cat, I'm sure,
- And live in a mansion and have a chauffeur,
- But I'm a Little Rock cat from Arkansas,
- So was my ma and so was my pa
- And all my friends and loved ones dear.
- I'd be just as happy to stay right here.
- If that sounds bitter, I have a right to be.
- For the past two years, I'd look and see
- Them grinning and waving on TV
- (They never grinned or waved at ME),
- As they hunted down every vote,
- And they never called, they never wrote,
- And I lost eight ounces and my hair turned gray,
- And I felt forlorn, and then one day
- Suddenly they come home and say:
- "In January, we're going away!
- We got elected, Socks. Hurray!"
- Next morning, I head out to meet some friends
- When a mob of photographers descends
- And corners me on the sidewalk,
- And one of them snatches me up like a hawk
- And holds me high--how vulgar and vile!
- Like I'm an exhibit at a trial!--
- The cameras snapping--you expect me to be
- Thrilled about moving to Washington, DC?
- Oh, I'll go. Now sweat. Open the gate,
- I'll be First Pet, be a cat of state,
- And behave with decorum (which just between us,
- Ain't that hard for the feline genus).
- But first, let's talk--I understand
- That even though the place is grand,
- The White House and the White House grounds
- Have long been used as a home for hounds,
- Big hairy dogs, great filthy louts
- With muddy feet and drippy snouts.
- Before this cat strolls through the door,
- Every room and every floor
- Must be cleaned and steamed and swept and sanded,
- And all the backyard be replanted.
- Dogs are brutes, they just squat and do it.
- I hope you don't expect me to walk through it!
- I may be criticized, I may be vilified,
- But that White House must be deMilliefied.
- I'm going on one condition: that I be
- Given absolute privacy.
- No one will have access to me.
- I won't sit on his lap as a prop
- For a warm and fuzzy photo op
- When his approval ratings drop,
- Or run alongside as he jogs on the beach
- Or smile adoringly during a speech.
- Let me say plainly, as life is my teacher,
- A cat is not a political creature.
- I don't press the flesh or get with the plan.
- I won't catch mice
- Or be an ornament.
- I'll give advice,
- Sometimes consent,
- Always concise
- And intelligent.
- Mostly I will lie in the sun
- Nobly ignoring man,
- As cats have done
- Since time began.
-
- (c. 1993 Garrison Keillor)
-
- Keillor is the host of "Garrision Keillor's America Radio Company," on
- which he delivered a version of this poem after the election in November.
-