Thanks to your interest in letterpress prints, we have reached the bookselling cats! stretch goal. I have no idea if we are going to stay at that target long-term, but it's my birthday, and I really want to share these cats, and I'm really happy that we reached this goal. Therefore: here they are, posted publicly for the world to see.
THANK YOU, dear Patrons, for enabling yet another Birdverse stretch goal to become public!
This whimsical poem gives a bit of a background to the famous Gleis and Daughters bookstore in Katríu, which to this very day is mostly run by cats and their affiliated Mss. Gleis.
I'll tell you a story,
it's as weird as it gets:
of a bookwagon driven by dozens of cats,
very hungry and driven and terrible cats,
very erudite, snarky, and elegant cats!
and a single Ms. Gleis, well, actually three
Mss. Gleis, who like to be driven by cats.
They drive from the western Araigen border;
I hear the late Mr. Gleis was a hoarder
of rarest and dearest and thickest of books,
though all but a hundred were stolen by crooks,
and now all his daughters and all of their cats
are driving and hoping and hedging their bets.
They are crossing the border to Katra, oh my!
(it's not my favorite country,
so do not ask me why.)
On the road to Katríu the books multiply
in the wagon, beginning to plaintively cry:
We preferred to be housed in a house with no wheels!
we preferred to be housed! This is giving us feels!
And not very good feels! It's giving us chills!
But the cats kept on going, in different directions,
but mostly just forward -
the cry of collections
of the late Mr. Gleis
did not really hinder their actions.
On the streets of Katríu the cats were surprised
by hundreds of people and thousands of mice
and the pies and the cries and the flies and the lice
and a cavernous house with a green door
being sold by the owner
on account of the mice.
Said the cats: this is PURRfect! Let's open a store!
They chased all the mice right out of the door,
and the books occupied all the shelves and expanded
and the cats multiplied, and the Mss. Gleis blended
quite nicely with the surrounding decór:
they wore blouses with pictures of books or of cats
and trousers with pictures of books or of cats
and scarves which were printed with cats - or with books!
Oh, these Mss. Gleis have the sharpest of looks!
But what of the cats? They do not possess blouses
nor indeed any scarves
absolutely no trousers,
yet the cats are the cats
and the books are the books:
Gleis and Daughters! Go there to PURRchase the books
from the dandiest cats with most catalogued looks!