Misty's name.
Misty is named after one of T.S. Elliot's cats, the magical Mr. Mistoffelees.
Here is the poem;
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees!
The Original Conjuring Cat--
(There
can be no doubt about that).
Please listen to me and don't scoff.
All
his Inventions are off his own bat.
There's no such Cat in the
metropolis;
He holds all the patent monopolies
For performing suprising
illusions
And creating eccentric confusions.
At prestidigitation
And
at legerdemain
He'll defy examination
And deceive you again.
The
greatest magicians have something to learn
From Mr. Mistoffelees' Conjuring
Turn.
Presto!
Away we go!
And we all say: OH!
Well I never!
Was
there ever
A Cat so clever
As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!
He is quiet
and small, he is black
From his ears to the tip of his tail;
He can creep
through the tiniest crack,
He can walk on the narrowest rail.
He can pick
any card from a pack,
He is equally cunning with dice;
He is always
deceiving you into believing
That he's only hunting for mice.
He can play
any trick with a cork
Or a spoon and a bit of fish-paste;
If you look for
a knife or a fork
And you think it is merely misplaced--
You have seen it
one moment, and then it is gawn!
But you'll find it next week lying out on
the lawn.
And we all say: OH!
Well I never!
Was there ever
A Cat so
clever
As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!
His manner is vague and aloof,
You
would think there was nobody shyer--
But his voice has been heard on the
roof
When he was curled up by the fire.
And he's sometimes been heard by
the fire
When he was about on the roof--
(At least we all heard that
somebody purred)
Which is incontestable proof
Of his singular magical
powers:
And I have known the family to call
Him in from the garden for
hours,
While he was asleep in the hall.
And not long ago this phenomenal
Cat
Produced seven kittens right out of a hat!
And we all said:
OH!
Well I never!
Did you ever
Know a Cat so clever
As Magical Mr.
Mistoffelees!
Misty is named after one of T.S. Elliot's cats, the magical Mr. Mistoffelees.
Here is the poem;
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees!
The Original Conjuring Cat--
(There
can be no doubt about that).
Please listen to me and don't scoff.
All
his Inventions are off his own bat.
There's no such Cat in the
metropolis;
He holds all the patent monopolies
For performing suprising
illusions
And creating eccentric confusions.
At prestidigitation
And
at legerdemain
He'll defy examination
And deceive you again.
The
greatest magicians have something to learn
From Mr. Mistoffelees' Conjuring
Turn.
Presto!
Away we go!
And we all say: OH!
Well I never!
Was
there ever
A Cat so clever
As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!
He is quiet
and small, he is black
From his ears to the tip of his tail;
He can creep
through the tiniest crack,
He can walk on the narrowest rail.
He can pick
any card from a pack,
He is equally cunning with dice;
He is always
deceiving you into believing
That he's only hunting for mice.
He can play
any trick with a cork
Or a spoon and a bit of fish-paste;
If you look for
a knife or a fork
And you think it is merely misplaced--
You have seen it
one moment, and then it is gawn!
But you'll find it next week lying out on
the lawn.
And we all say: OH!
Well I never!
Was there ever
A Cat so
clever
As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!
His manner is vague and aloof,
You
would think there was nobody shyer--
But his voice has been heard on the
roof
When he was curled up by the fire.
And he's sometimes been heard by
the fire
When he was about on the roof--
(At least we all heard that
somebody purred)
Which is incontestable proof
Of his singular magical
powers:
And I have known the family to call
Him in from the garden for
hours,
While he was asleep in the hall.
And not long ago this phenomenal
Cat
Produced seven kittens right out of a hat!
And we all said:
OH!
Well I never!
Did you ever
Know a Cat so clever
As Magical Mr.
Mistoffelees!