Pangur Bán

This is a fun poem, from about the Ninth Century, written by a monk about his companion cat. (The cat’s name, Pangur Bán, means ‘fuller white.’)

Even though that’s a little earlier than most of us were reading about our special pets, I thought you’d find it interesting. The entire poem is available at Irish Archaeology, , but here are the first two stanzas.

I and Pangúr Bán my cat,
‘Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.

Better far than praise of men
‘Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangúr bears me no ill-will,
He too plies his simple skill.

Hope you enjoy it! (You might try reading it to your cat(s) and get another opinion. Abishag and Ira, alas, were singularly unimpressed.)