When catbeds yawn, and hell itself breathes out
The catnip of this world: Now could I drink mouse blood
And do such butter business as the dog
Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother
--Catlet Act III Scene ii
When catbeds yawn, and hell itself breathes out
The catnip of this world: Now could I drink mouse blood
And do such butter business as the dog
Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother
--Catlet Act III Scene ii
To sit in the box, or not—that is the question.
Catlet
To sit in the box, or not—that is the question.
Catlet