4: A Glorious Day

An alert spotted kitten on a red colored backgroundStraightway I knowed it was the Earl, because two things happened.

My lord cut off his screech and rose from the table, softening his look and bowing his head.

The fool tutor that disdained my coat bowed very low and began, “Your lordship, I did but –”.  And sayt no more, because my lord cut in very swift, “Step on my poor cat’s tail.”

My lord made his eyes very round, which is a sign of innocencie in children.

I, having thrust my coat beneath the table, made mine very narrow, which is a sign of innocencie in cats.

“My lord, I have done this, and wished to put some colour to it,” sayt my little lord, showing the Earl the first drawing he made.

The Earl sayt nowt.  He looked to one of his gentlemen for aid.

Whereat my lord sayt, very sweet, “My lady mother always permits me to colour my drawing.”

The Earl’s face coloured itself.  I mean, it went from yellow to black to white.

I saw his gentlemen trade looks.

Then the Earl sayt, in a voice as scrumpled as my coat, “I will not have that vile woman spoke of in my house.”

The gentleman the Earl had looked to whispered something in his ear, and the Earl recovered hisself enough to say, “Son, you have sat at your books too long.  It is time for you to ride.”

My lord smirked at our fool tutor, then followed his father from the room.

Once all were gone, I fetched my coat from beneath the table.  I took a pen, and thrust it in the inkhorn.

A drawing of Gib's coat of arms: a spotted cat with a bird in each corner.
Tout par Moy

With great effort, I do confess, I scratched below the drawing “Tout par Moy.”  Which means, I hope, in the tongue of the Conker (though I know him not), “All for me.”

A glorious day.

Item: I made the Earl’s akwayntance (more of him later).

Item:  I saw my little lord practise sutiltie [subtlety] instead of yowling.

Item:  I learnt that there be two sorts of marks.  The mark you make by raising your tail, and the mark you scratch with a pen.  Though I think the former has more power to it.

Item:  I learnt that there be two sorts of coats.  The coat that covers you, and the coat that is drawn, and to have the latter is a greater distinction than being born in a stable.

And I arrkst myself where I might learn more of my lord’s mother, she that the Earl calls a vile woman.

I bethought me of the kitchen where all go to gather newes, though last time I went there I had a sharp lesson.

An eager spotted kitten walking, on a green colored backgroundI was by the kitchen door tasting the sweet air when a cook came out and offered me a morsel of fowl.  He lifted me, and carried me into the kitchen, and was most loving to me.

Then a man came from the buttery with a little knife.

I had oft seen him in the stable, and he always spake fair words to the horses and us cats.  I feared him not.

You may guess what happened next.

Then the man sayt, “I’d gladly trade mine for a life as soft as the one you lead.  I pray you, little Gib, don’t give me unkind looks.”

The cook laughed and set me down, and I made off as quick as my trembling legs did allow, vowing never to return.

But so great was my desire for newes that day, it was to the kitchen I ran.

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8 thoughts on “4: A Glorious Day

  1. Shafali July 22, 2015 / 1:19 am

    Tout Par Moi. Thank God, I now know what it means. It has been driving me crazy.

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    • toutparmoi July 22, 2015 / 1:26 am

      Um. Well, in Norman French (the tongue of the Conker, i.e. William the Conqueror, 1066 and All That,) I think it might mean All for Me, as Gib says. But in modern French it’s All by Me.

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  2. mitchteemley September 23, 2015 / 9:41 am

    My eyes are crinkling, a sign of pleasure (though I think not innocencie) in readers of this blog.

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  3. Timi Townsend September 22, 2016 / 3:21 am

    Lovely! I hadn’t read Gib’s earlier posts, an omission I now see was in error and which I will soon remediate. May Gib and his human lord always be as suttle as they were in their youth! 🙂

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