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Catsiderata

Catsiderata 

Go placidly amidst the noise and haste 

And spend as much time as you can in peace and silence

As far as possible, do not surrender 

And be on good terms with all people from a distance 

Speak your truth clearly and quietly only at mealtimes and when the door needs to be opened 

Listen and occasionally blink in acknowledgement of the presence of others and when everyone around you is dull and ignorant, never lose your cool;

Simply walk away slowly 

And sharpen your nails on something valuable to convey your inner power 



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