With catnip deck the temple doors,
And to the gods a fat mouse offer--
Tonight our annual praise outpours
In pious purrs that mock the scoffer.
Let not a claw disturb the bliss,
let not a back in scorn be vaulted,
Lives there a cat with skeptic hiss
Or meow for worship so exalted?
– H.P. Lovecraft
The Gentleman of Providence was, of course known for his fondness for felines, and the poem above was found in this delightful little pamphlet.
And what better soundtrack to accompany the reading than the cosmic sounds from the feline companion of ambient maestro Pär Boström?
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