Pita should’ve spent the day with the third benign deity. I wonder if the god let Pita talk to him all day? Especially riding in a car. Pita’s meow goes from shock to protest to conversational mews and prrows and meows.
I miss him :*)
The Third Song of the Housekeeper
Hush, Broom! Pray be silent, as a spider at your tasks.
Pot! Boil softly. that is all a poor old woman asks.
Birds, sing softly! Winds, go slowly! Noises of the street,
Halt in awe and be ashamed to near my master’s feet!
Holy thoughts are in his mind, heavenly desire,
While I boil his chestnuts, here on my little fire.