This fact isn't really a fact at all, but a poem instead. This
poem was written by an Irish monk at Reichenau Monastery, on Lake
Constance, about 11 centuries ago.
I and Pangur Ban my cat,
'Tis a like task we are at,
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.
'Tis a merry thing to see,
At our tasks, how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find,
Entertainment to our mind.
'Gainst the wall he sets his eye,
Full and fierce and sharp and sly,
'Gainst the wall of knowledge, I
all my little wisdom try.
So in peace our task we ply:
Pangur Ban, my cat, and I,
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.
