Mahitabel:           Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
2nd cat:             Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd.
3rd cat (or Archy):  Harpier cries:?'tis time! 'tis time!
Mahitabel:           Round about the caldron go; 

in chorus:           Evil spirits of wicked Bryan,
                     Leave this stone and let return,
                     To life the body, wit and wisdom,
                     of our dear Pink in her old form.

PS:  This may not work the first time.  Repeat the chorus until it does.
     And then ask your mistress to respond here.  :-)

Dear Myoarin,

I awoke suddenly and found myself sitting in front of my computer with
a stiff back and a yowling cat in my lap. I shook the gravel from my
hair and chalked the experience up to a bad dream or too much tequila.

Then I noticed that you'd posted a question addressed to a cat, and
that seemed very odd.

I have a dim recall of having poked my nose into one of
probonopublico's trick questions yesterday, but after that my memory
froze, and I remember little else.

I shall celebrate with a po (which is like a poem, only less so).

This is in honor of Lwaxana the Voracious, a Labrador retriever who
ruined a perfectly good game of Scrabble by eating a dozen of the
tiles. Although they later emerged, the tooth marks disfigured them
severely, and they'll never smell the same...

====================================
                 k9
     
     dog ate my scrabble set
     gee how ravenous can ya get
     what a verbivore
     dim dumb damn dog jowls tore
     the hell outa my unborn words
     makin em into puppy turds
     turning thoughts unthunk
     into junk
     transmuting alphabetic scraps
     into a doggie game of craps

====================================

Thanks for the splendid in-cat-ation. It was an eye-opener.

Best,
Pink

Dear Pink,
Thank goodness it worked!  I was afraid that the evil spirits might be
offput by my bad metrics.  And thanks also to your life-saving cat,
who gets a special dish of "catnips" from me.  ;-D
You have not only provided correct spelling and capitalization to
demonstrate that it is indeed YOU, you have confirmed that your wit
has been restored  - what a delightful "po"!
I am sure the wisdom has also been restored  - just not called for at the moment.
I hope it will be shortly.
Best, Myoarin

Myoarin,

Thank you for the smiles, the stars, and the tip! Regarding the matter
of my wisdom, it was extracted many years ago by a dentist, and in its
place I have grown a nice batch of gumption, which is more useful to
me than wisdom, and doesn't make my jaws ache.

~Pink

Dear Miss Pink
What a lovley poem You should become our next Poet Laurette
I've made a copy of it a and pasted it on my bedroom wall next to a
photograph of Daisy
Regards

KEMLO

My pleasure, Pink.  
Ha, I've still got 3/4 of my wisdom, but as I discovered, it isn't
very deeply rooted, which won't surprise anyone.  But that had it's
good side:  made it less painful to part with some of it.  Besides, I
wasn't using it very much.

My favorite quotation on the subject:

"For such is the nature of men that how so ever they may acknowledge
many others to be more witty, or more eloquent or more learned, yet
they will hardly believe there be many so wise as themselves; for they
see their own wit at hand, and other men's at a distance. But this
proveth rather that men are in that point equal, than unequal. For
there is not ordinarily a greater sign of the equal distribution of
any thing than that every man is contented with his share."

Cheers, Myo