God every time I see that plaque my heart sinks. It's one of the few things that actually makes me feel really bad for Bob sometimes - and the plaque being in a video with what I presume is going to be another deceased kitten just makes it feel worse.
Anthem for Doomed Youth
BY WILFRED OWEN
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
It's sort of nice to see that the sign isn't just rotting away in the shed. I figured Chris would have abandoned it since he never seemed to give a shit about the "dreaming studio".
He doesn't seem to realize that it's more fun for the cat if you actively move the mouse around with its stick. That being said, I still think that he's too fat to properly care for this kitty.