Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, we’re a notorious couple of cats. As knockabout clowns, quick-change comedians, tight-rope walkers and acrobats. We have an extensive reputation, we make our home in Victoria Groves, this is merely our center of operation, for we are incurably given to roam. When the family assembles for Sunday dinner, their minds made up that they won’t get thinner on Argentine joint, potatoes and green, then the cook will appear from behind the scene, and say in a voice which is broken with sorrow; ‘I’m afraid you must wait and have dinner tomorrow. For the joint has gone from the oven like that’ and the family will say 'It’s that horrible cat’ It was Mungojerrie or Rumpleteazer! And most of the time, they leave at that. Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer have a wonderful way of working together, some of the time you would say it was luck, and most of the time you say it was weather. They go through the house like a hurricane, and no sober person could take his oath. Was it Mungojerrie or Rumpleteazer, or could you have sworn it might'n been both? When you hear a dining room smash, or up from the pantry there comes a loud crash, or down from the library there comes a loud 'ping!’, from a vase that was commonly said to be Ming. And the family says 'Now which was which cat?’ It was Mungojerrie… AND! Rumpleteazer! And there’s nothing at all to be done about that!
I choose to love you in silence… For in silence I find no rejection, I choose to love you in loneliness… For in loneliness no one owns you but me, I choose to adore you from a distance… For distance will shield me from pain, I choose to kiss you in the wind… For the wind is gentler than my lips, I choose to hold you in my dreams… For in my dreams, you have no end.
Nato a dicembre in una notte fredda come questa, nato per salire in vetta, mica pe’ sta guerra fredda. Questo clima ti fa paranoico e quando è tutto calmo sogni solo il culo al caldo per sentirti in salvo.