服從到只一: Ode To Useless...

Recently blessed with shredded Kitchen Paper towels upon my return from Zimbabwee... and 4 am wake up "whiskers"...

And after much discussion and comments over at It's Just the Coffee Talking... the consensus is:

True or False:

1. "Dogs have Masters, Cats have slaves!"

2. "Dogs have masters; cats have servants"?

3. "Dogs have masters, Cats have Staff!

4. Dogs have Masters, Cats have personal assistants!

The End of the Raven
By Edgar Allen Poe's Cat

On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting, I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for. Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven, Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door."Raven's very tasty," thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor,
"There is nothing I like more"

Soft upon the rug I treaded, calm and careful as I headed towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore. While the bard and birdie chattered, I made sure that nothing clattered, creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor; for his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and wierd decor -
Bric-a-brac and junk galore.

Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered, In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents' worth -
"Nevermore."

While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up, then I crouched and quickly lept up, pouncing on the feathered bore. Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore -
Only this and not much more.

"Oooo!" my pickled poet cried out, "Pussycat, it's time I dried out! Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before; how I've wallowed in self-pity, while my gallant, valiant kitty put and end to that damned ditty" - then I heard him start to snore. Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor,
Jumped - and smashed it on the floor.