Monday night is Sunday night is... Harry Langdon's Cliffhanger

Since I am late home from a poetry reading by Michael Mackmin and Hannah Lowe, and since I must rise early tomorrow to read stuff, here is some cheering material involving sheep.



The star is Harry Langdon in 1926. Our cat Lily has been played by the ghost of Harry Langdon all her short life. Langdon got every one of her mannerisms and looks right. Langdon was a genius. As is Lily, of course.