The captain of stealth napping strikes again in the linen closet.
…Come I will teach you to dance as naturally
as falling asleep and waking and stretching long, long.
I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers.
Envy lashes my tail. Love speaks me entire, a word
of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg
and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.
– from “Cat Song” by Marge Piercy
Mr. Man is a fan of the classics – like the soulful songs of Ella Fitzgerald.
Mr. Man loves everything about wrapping presents, from the tissue paper, to the boxes, to the ribbon or raffia, to the roll on which the wrapping paper comes.
You might try to wrap a present when he’s occupied with something else. But he’ll hear the swishing of tissue paper and the unraveling of ribbon and come running from whatever room he is in.