I am working on a paper for my poetry class, comparing and contrasting Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven” with Keat’s “Ode to a Nightingale.” I was reading a bit of “The Raven” aloud which, clearly, disturbed the cat’s nap. He got up, wandered into the next room, and curled up to go back to sleep there. Ok. Duly noted. Gordo is clearly not a Poe fan. I wonder if I would have gotten a better response if I was reading The Great Cats-by instead of Poe(try).
Sorry for all the puns. If you knew my family, you would know that word play is practically a hereditary condition with me.