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Bits and Pieces of a fragmented psyche |
| When Pye was found dead, my wife's seven year old dog named Harley just up and disappeared. He, too, never returned. My wife is, understandably, still heartbroken over losing two beloved pets. When Pyewackett was still a kitten, I developed many nicknames for him. Pye, Pyrus, Papyrus, Wackett, Wacky, Sir Pye, and Sir Pye of the House of Wackett. He even had his own coat of arms. I also, rather tongue in cheek, composed a little ballad for him. We all know,(cat fanciers anyway), the antics of kittens...most particularly their apparent foot fetish...and sharp CLAWS. This ballad is to be sung in the musical stylings of ye minstrels of Olde... Come hear my tale of Sir Pye of Wackett, When he sees a foot, he's compelled to attack it. When I see a trashbag I just want to pack it. With little Sir Pye of Wacket. Ali parades in a pretty fur jacket. When she sees Pye's head, she wants to crack it. But, everyone knows that she'll merely smack it On little Sir Pye of Wackett. Harley loves Pye so he won't attack it. When it comes to jaw strength he doesn't lack it. One chomp would end the nefarious racket, Of little Sir Pye of Wackett.... Yes, Little Sir PYEEEE of WACKET... For a long time, after Pye's death, I couldn't stand to think of these words. I especially had trouble with...When I see a trashbag.... I know it was writen to be funny, not my true feelings for my friend. Here's to you my little buddy...Pye. |
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