What Coffee with Cats is NOT. . .



Coffee with Cats is not a tribute to the coffee bean specially processed by the civet's digestive track.

Coffee with Cats is not a fetish page devoted to the cat cafes of Japan.

What is Coffee with Cats? Keep reading to find out.



The Valentine's Day Card that Started it All

The Valentine's Day Card that Started it All

The Valentine's Day Card that Started it All

The first of the Photoshopped spectaculars, created for my husband in homage of a poster he found in Cairo with a similar disregard for proportion or scale. That's us on the roof. But that's not our real house.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Remember, Remember the Fifth of November!


























I'm late in posting November's calendar page description, especially since Guy Fawkes Day was on Friday! If you want to know more about Guy Fawkes Day, click here.

The only element in this page that I can imagine might be confusing is the squirrel. See, he's supposed to be reciting the Guy Fawkes Day poem and thereby educating Strombeek and Louie on the wonders of the holiday. (Though it seems Strombeek already knows a bit about the customs herself.) The squirrel is like the neighbor from Home Improvement (the sit-com), which I guess means that in this episode Strombeek and Louie live down by the river--the Thames River near the London Bridge.

Or perhaps the squirrel's explanation is so illuminating that they are simply transported to the London Bridge in their imaginations. I suppose this is more likely.

The text is harder to read than I intended, so it is reproduced for your reading pleasure below.

Guy Fawkes Day Poem

Traditional British
 

Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot ;
I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.

 
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent.
To blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below.
Poor old England to overthrow.
By God's providence he was catch'd,
With a dark lantern and burning match.

 
Holloa boys, Holloa boys, let the bells ring
Holloa boys, Holloa boys, God save the King!

Hip hip Hoorah !
Hip hip Hoorah !

 
A penny loaf to feed ol'Pope,
A farthing cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down,
A faggot of sticks to burn him.


Burn him in a tub of tar,'
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head,
Then we'll say: ol'Pope is dead.

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