99:  I Hatch a Venturous Plan

First, I watched how other cats went about the citie.

Across the rooves.  Down a tree that grew by a house.  Into a yard or lane, and up onto a wall.  Thence to another tree or convenient place.  

But at times I saw them slip along streets that were throng and people-pestered.  A thing I feared to do.

I turned to the river.  In truth, it seemed more like unto a haven [harbour] where great waters rise and fall.

There were more boats that I could number.  How joyed I was to glimpse a cat in one!

But Linkin told me that boat had brought meats [food] to the citie, and the cat was employed thereon to kill vermin.

“Many boats bring viands,” sayt he.  “Others carry people who go where’re they wish.”

He told me great folks oft had their own boats.  The middling sort (like the master and our mistress) paid a waterman to carry them.

No boat for me, then.

And so I went forth upon the rooves.  The belling of the churches had ceased to trouble me, and I learnt to know one’s din from another’s.

At night I oft saw wicked eyes watching me, and heared lewd whispers as I passed.  But none offered to fight me.

A cat's eyes glinting from a moonlit roof.

I made my way westward, venturing across narrow lanes and pleasant gardens until I came to the citie’s great wall.

And beyond that?  A smaller river I’d seen from our roof.  And then the house of the Earl of Essex?  I hoped little dog Wattie could tell me.

Dogs are more apt for action than they are for knowledge.  Which is well for them, for if they could but know themselves, they would die of shame.

How I wearied myself, chasing about the house with Wattie.  And how oft I cleansed his head and ears while we rested.  But he told me what lay beyond the wall.

He’d been thither from Paws church [St Paul’s], where our mistress went to nose the books and greet her friends.  That were most tedious (he sayt) but the way westward from Paws ran through the wall, and over a river of wondrous stinks.

“Stinks,” sayt I, “will poyson you.  Tell me of fairer places.”

A small brown and white spaniel, with a carved wooden chair back as background,Wattie babbled of fields and rabbits.

“Know you the house of the most noble and heroick Earl of Essex, whom all love?” I arrkst.

He bragged of how many times he’d been by it.

First on the road, when we came to the citie and he heard the mistress speak of it.  And also by water, when he accompanied the mistress and the master in a boat.  He sayt it lay beside a house for skollers of the law.

“I care nowt for water,” sayt I.  “When next you go by road, fail not to leave good marks by both those houses.  Or ’twill be the worse for you.”

And stretching myself most affable, I showed him all my claws.

He swore he would.

Then I told Linkin I was of a mind to pass through the wall by night, and see where skollers of the law lodged.

“Which lodging do you mean?” he arrkst. “There are many.”

I arrkst him, a Law Cat, to accompany me.

He sayt he would not.  “And you cannot go by night.  I believe the gates are shut when men and women are abed.  You must whip through before the sun has quit the sky.  How shall you do that?”

I hid my head in my paws and cursed the morn I’d been discovered atop the herbs.   For had I remained in that loose-lid basket, I could have sprung forth before we entered the citie.  And sought a place in Essex’ house.

Now it seemed I must dwell among dogs, puritans, and children who made paper ruffs to pin about my neck.

Then Linkin sayt, “If you go, ’twere best you sit in some high place until the day fades.  Those that are in the citie will be hasting to go out, and those that are out will be hasting to come in.  Who will remark a cat creeping by?”

Linkin may be old, but he’s cunning.


Toutparmoi - Note from the EditorThe route Tricks plans to take is less than a mile, but it’s a long and venturesome one for a cat.

Through the old Ludgate, which was a couple of blocks west of St Pauls.  Over the River Fleet (now underground).  Then along Fleet Street to the Strand.  The Earl of Essex’ riverside mansion was adjacent to Middle Temple (one of the Inns of Court) which has a beautiful Elizabethan hall.

A section of Braun & Hogenberg’s 1572 map of London.  St Paul’s is at the far right of the picture.  Essex House, marked with red, is at the far left.  The River Fleet is marked with blue where it runs into the Thames.  (J. Hoefnagel engraving – Wikimedia Commons)

 

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20 thoughts on “99:  I Hatch a Venturous Plan

  1. April Munday August 11, 2017 / 2:38 am

    I suspect that Wattie is too stupid to be afraid of Tricks. Like most dogs, he’ll just want to please.

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    • toutparmoi August 11, 2017 / 10:09 am

      She has certainly come a long way. In both senses of that statement.

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  2. dornahainds August 11, 2017 / 4:45 am

    Oh, wow..such Exciting Adventures and Colorful sightings! 😎😎😎😎😎

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  3. colonialist August 11, 2017 / 8:20 am

    The plans are laid; now to set them in motion. As one who has recently wandered the streets of London, I do not take that stroll lightly.

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    • toutparmoi August 11, 2017 / 10:37 am

      I know what you mean. A friend and I recently did a walking tour of Legal London, taking in such sights and sites as The Old Bailey, the Inns of Court, and a few of the vanished prisons. Not a huge distance to cover, but it felt like we’d walked a very long way.

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  4. Christine Valentor August 11, 2017 / 6:23 pm

    Those paper ruffs are pure cruelty! Poor little kitty. I hope she finds Essex. Even though he probably is kind of a nut job, lol!

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    • toutparmoi August 11, 2017 / 6:40 pm

      Alas, poor Tricks. Having to wear a paper ruff. But I do wonder why she thinks there won’t be dogs, puritans, and children in Essex House. 🙂

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  5. claudiothecat August 11, 2017 / 8:46 pm

    Love the opening paragraph of the cats darting their way around the streets and yards. It is very evocative and really captures the movement of a cat on a mission. I wonder if Tricks has discovered Appletree Yard. The cat with the wicked eyes seems very familiar.

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  6. Dave Ply August 12, 2017 / 5:36 am

    Sounds like a daunting journey. Risk the road or the ruffs? Could be worse though, considering some of the silly outfits today’s cats have to endure.

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  7. Robyn Haynes August 12, 2017 / 5:37 pm

    So difficult for Tricks to adjust to city life. So many pitfalls she’s unaccustomed to. Linkin may turn out to be a friend.

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