Friday, August 10, 2007

Pangur Ban

I'm posting this rather lovely poem about a cat purely to annoy Bryan, who was last heard of heading west on a speeding train (don't worry - he'll be back). While the cat's away... Cat? Er...

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  1. who could forget Data's poem to his cat, Spot, on Star Trek: The Next Generation:

    Felis Cattus, is your taxonomic nomenclature,
    an endothermic quadruped carnivorous by nature?
    Your visual, olfactory and auditory senses
    contribute to your hunting skills, and natural defenses.

    I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
    a singular development of cat communications
    that obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
    for a rhythmic stroking of your fur, to demonstrate affection.

    A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
    you would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
    And when not being utilized to aide in locomotion,
    it often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.

    O Spot, the complex levels of behaviour you display
    connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
    And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
    I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.


    Actually i think this was written by Dawkins.

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  2. Eloquent, El, eloquent...
    Maybe Bryan shld start a cat poem contest - or, better still, a cutest cat competition...

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  3. When that dark day of parting comes

    And Pangur Ban, my cat, succumbs;

    I will look into his frozen eye

    And say 'You were so misunderstood by Bry'.

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