By Bean's sister, who live in O Hi O, is very sick. She have three epileptic seizures on Friday, the second one of which nearly killed her. She is in hospital now and under restraint. Supposedly she was drinking alcohol again and she is not supposed to do that as it causes seizures. She is also undernourished because she would rather drink this alcohol than eat. I do not know, I have smelled this alcohol and I would not care to drink it, smell bad.
She rather incoherent, but she is on medication. Doctor also say they think in part she is suffering from withdrawal symptoms from the alcohol. She is starting to eat however, her mother take her sandwich that she eat. Yesterday she could not keep foods down.
We are hoping she will be okay, but she also need to turn her life around and get it back on track. She has three woofies that she cares for and they are without their mommy right now, including her Huskey Sky, who also have this epilepsy disease.
Purrs and preyers needed so that she can get well again, and be able to continue to care for her woofies.
Chey has given me this lovely Extraordinary Gold Star Award. She say that it because I always visiting and commenting on other furbeings’s blogs and giving out interesting tidbits of information. I do not know if this is very special, but if Chey say it is, then it must be as Chey is going to be our next president.
The Extraordinary Gold Star Award was created by - Storm, The Furry Fighter - and is for Bloggers who have achieved or done something special. The award celebrates beyond what is ordinary or usual.
1) Post the explanation and rules of the award and link back to the blogger who presented you with the award and repeat the reason why you received it.
2) Pass the Award on to two other Bloggers who you fink deserve it and explain why!
First I with to pass this award on to Dante. He go through hell as a young cat and I was very sad for him after reading his Frankenkitty story. I know how hard it is to be out living on your own as I live for a while as a wild kitty to. I am very glad he get medical attention when he need it, and that he has found some wonderful people to give him a fur-ever home. He is a very special mancat and deserves this very special award. I also think if Jack is Captain, Dante needs title too, but they will have to work that one out on their own.
I also wish to pass this award on to Rocky and his staff at Artsy Catsy, including their human artists. Not only have they helped rescue many cats and given them gainful employment, but 20% of their proceeds go to Cat Blogsphere and to the Rescue Farm. Artsy Catsy is also the blog that I first find out about Cat Blogsphere from, so they are very special to me because of that.
I have entered the Best Fur Sibling of the Year Award in the most spoiled brat category. You can read my entry HERE. The video does not seem to be working - which does not surprise me because I can never seem to get the videos to work right on Blogger. I though you just cut and paste he code but nooooo...Evidently you must sacrifice two chickens every Sunday during a month that has the letter "z" in it's name in order to get it to work.
In any case, you can watch the video HERE. Sorry, no high speed chases, just some nice warm sunbeams.
Actually, I think that is 14. Oh well, 13 bad luck anyway.
I just get new mini-mice and now I can only find one. I think the others are living under the bookshelf.
The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun!
"Boxing day is for sitting in boxes. What do you mean no?"
It's not for taking the boxes outside either, which is what some of my Canadian friends think boxing day is for.
Evidently back in England, dating back to the middle ages, Boxing Day was when the nobility would give gifts to the lower class.
Catsmas was the day gifts were exchanged between peers.
"So technically," I say to my human, "boxing day is when your boss should give you gifts, right?
"What do you mean, slaves don't get gifts?"
I think it was especially kind when the nobility gave the lower class kittens for boxing day, because that would help them with pest control, but I could find no information to substantiate this theory of mine.
Meanwhile, since I get presents, I still say I get to sit in the boxes for boxing day.
Here I am with my stocking, getting ready to see what Santa Claws has left for me!
First I find this Eeeks! Mouse with Zoom around the room catnip in it. Very cool!
I also find some Pitt'r Pat Cat Candy, a bunch of furry mice and of course fish flavored Temptations! I know that having a fish shaped stocking would work!
These are all good presents, as I have been a very good cat-cat, but wait...there's more! What is that I see?
You mean this big box is for ME????? I must have been a really good cat-cat to get such a big box. Hurry up and open it so I can see what's in it!
A cat fish! All for me? actually when Bean take it out of the box, I get scared and hide in my white box, but as soon as she get it put on the floor, I jump out and run right inside to check it out.
It is crinkly and has all sorts of dangley things to play with. It is also soft inside and cozy. This is a very fun toy!
Other than that we have traditional Catsmas Calzones to eat. What? You did not know Calzones were traditional for Catsmas? Neither did I, but Bean like Italian food.
We also watch Catsmas movies including all three Matrix films. Very festive don't you think? Well, the machines and humans do make peace in the end, so that does kind of go with the holiday theme, you know?
Yes, but really, what can you expect from someone who walks around wearing bright yellow shoes with holes in them?
By the way, did you know you can sunburn your feets through the hole in your shoes? Well you can. Bean has spotted feets as well.
My not my species special friend, Tony, get me this lovely refillable catnip mouse. It come with a little card with his picture on it.
The mouse is made by SmartyKat, and comes in a lovely leopard print. He also thoughtfull put it in a leopard print gift bag.
As you might recall, I got him an edible holiday card made from rawhide. Being a Pug, Tony like to eat and will try to eat just about everything. This gives him something to chew on a for a while, but knowing Tony, he will try to eat the whole thing in one sitting and make himself very sick.
In any case, I think this is a wonderful gift and will bring me many happy hours of playtime.
This is Jeter Bear, who is one of the smaller fluffyheads in the house and who is nice to cuddle with. As you can see, he is cold, so he has his warm up hoodie with a new York Yankees logo on. He is always cold, even in the middle of summer and always wears that hoodie.
Jeter Bears favorite floofyhead in the house is Coca-cola Bear. The two of them hang out together almost all of the time.
Jeter Bear come from Legends Field in Tampa Bay, Florida, which is where the New York Yankees hold their spring training. When Bean goes to "visit" one of the Baseball parks, she bring something home, but it is usually a mini-bat or a ball. She get Jeter Bear while she at Legends Field in 2004 . Because my Bean like the New York Yankees slugger Derek Jeter, it was inevitable that the bear get named Jeter Bear.
As you can see, Jeter Bear cannot take batting practice because his batting helmet it too big for him. He hopes that one day he will grow up to become a big bear and be just as good a hitter as his name sake on the New York Yankees team.
On a side note, the Boston Red Sox seem to have a lot of problems hanging on to the their world series balls. There was a scandal involving the 2004 ball and Dougie Mientkie Baseball. Now it seems that Barry Bonds has eaten the 2007 world series ball. He seemed to think it taste better than prison food.
MoMo says I live in dangerous neighborhood. I always thank Aus more dangerous with all the animals they have, like Dingo and Tasmanian Devil.
This is the video that Liam, Princess and Baby Bearcat make last summer while they here:
They were little miffed that Bean find it on YouTube as quickly as she did but she says "You told Willie and Dirty, right? And you didn't think I'd find out?"
So anyway, she says maybe for next Down Under production, we will give Dirty a pup tent and make him spend night in our backyard, fending off raccoons, opossums, rats, feral cats, snakes, owls and vicious canal ducks for a night. New reality show. Call it Crocodile Dirty Out Back. She offer to send me out with him to handle the raccoons.
"No Cat can fight off a Raccoon," Liam say, but I can defeat the ones we get here. They all smaller than me. I do not mess with them though cause they have diseases and parasites. The ones where we live in North Fort Myers were much bigger and I could not take them. I am very big cat and have very sharp teeths and claws, but raccoons very mean animals.
"Dirty can handle it anyway," they all say. "Piece of cake."
Bean thinks he probably could because he said his dad was exterminator over in Aus and was supposed to go in to family business eventually.
They did not get around to it though before they left to follow summer back down under again.
I do not know if Elliot or Ryan will be as much fun though, although she is looking forward to hosting Elliot next summer, she really like him. She also says we should have Dirty for at least half of summer if not whole summer instead of just August.
We have bounty hunter come to our door last night! I was very surprised because this is usually very quiet neighborhood, we not have trouble here. But they show us picture of an evil looking human they want to for questioning.
Bean did not know the man, but knew where the address was that they were looking for.
"But it's empty," she says of the property. "There's been no one there for about a month. Prior to that is was an asianic lady, and prior to that, a man with sandy blonde hair. He did not look like that fellow."
She gave the bounty hunters directions to the property management office so they could find out names of people who lived at that property. Very helpful of her, don't you think?
It was very exciting, almost like being in an episode of Dog the Bounty Hunter!
PS: Do not worry about me being safe outside. It's been so cold out that I have not been outside for three whole days!
The Weather turned very cold over the last couple of days and went down to 40 degrees at night. So I wear my hoodie to keep me warm.
I know for some of the northern cats you think that is not very cold, but for Floridians, that is very cold. We also don't keep the heat on full time and it does not do a good job warming the house, since the house was built to say cool in the summer. So it gets a bit brrrr.
I can not wear the hood up on the hoodie because I have little head, and it fall over and cover my eyes.
Bean is setting up a new blog for her DVD reviews and book reading. She's tried this in the past and never keeps up with it, so I don't know why she thinks it will be different now. As you can see, it has no entries yet. She also want to make it 3-columns, so she still has lots of work to do. Title is from an old David Bowie song, for those of you who wonder and did not live back in the time of the dinosaurs.
She will not keep up with it once spring training starts, I can guarantee that. Kind of hard to write in your blog when you at the ballpark all the time.
After a very long time looking in all the boxes in the house, Bean gave up and buy new Miami Dolphins stocking as she has no idea what happened to her old one. Strangely enough, she hang it up and Santa filled it with a win for her on Sunday. With 2 games left to play though, she won't be getting playoff tickets, that's for sure.
She says this is what she wants for her holiday gift anyway:
Sadly, she missed the part about being good all year, so she is going to end up with lump of coal.
A lot of young humans are often read tales from a collection known as Aesop's Fables, which are little morality lessons that employ animals. Aesop lived in the mid-sixth century BC in ancient Greece and was thought to have been a slave. Most of the tales in the collection of fables come from various sources, many of which originated before Aesop actually lived. Aesop gets credited with them because he wrote down many of what were, at the time, oral tales.
The collection then went through a lot of rewriting and translation by Socrates, Demetrius Phalereus and Babrius.
There are many Cats that show up in Aesop's Fables, both as domestic Cats and as Lions, Leopards and the like. Perhaps the best known one deals with the mice who wished to put a bell on the Cat to warn them when the Cat is near. "That is all very well, but who is to bell the Cat?" an old mouse is quoted as saying in the tale.
There are two tales that are very similar. One is the The Cat Maiden, and the other is the Cat and Venus. These go as follows:
The gods were once disputing whether it was possible for a living being to change its nature. Jupiter said "Yes," but Venus said "No." So, to try the question, Jupiter turned a Cat into a Maiden, and gave her to a young man for a wife. The wedding was duly performed and the young couple sat down to the wedding-feast. "See," said Jupiter, to Venus, "how becomingly she behaves. Who could tell that yesterday she was but a Cat? Surely her nature is changed?"
"Wait a minute," replied Venus, and let loose a mouse into the room. No sooner did the bride see this than she jumped up from her seat and tried to pounce upon the mouse. "Ah, you see," said Venus, "Nature will out."
The Cat and Venus
A Cat fell in love with a handsome young man, and entreated Venus to change her into the form of a woman. Venus consented to her request and transformed her into a beautiful damsel, so that the youth saw her and loved her, and took her home as his bride. While the two were reclining in their chamber, Venus wishing to discover if the Cat in her change of shape had also altered her habits of life, let down a mouse in the middle of the room. The Cat, quite forgetting her present condition, started up from the couch and pursued the mouse, wishing to eat it. Venus was much disappointed and again caused her to return to her former shape. Nature exceeds nurture.
While I'm sure the Cat was better off as a Cat than as a human, I have to wonder why the humans did not seem to value the ability to catch a mouse by a human, when in fact is it was one of the most prized abilities of the cat?
Do humans think they are above the hunting of mice and rats? And if so, why then do they have "exterminators" who will come out and hunt them?
Also, I think Venus cheat on the bet in the first tale as she'd already turned a Cat into a young woman in the second and knew that it would chase a mouse released in the room.
I think a Cat changed into a human would probably be much better human than one that was born a human. We are certainly a superior species and would not believe that catching a mouse is beneath our dignity.
We also didn't read these silly morality tales when we were growing up, so we don't fall into the trap of believing what they tell us.
Meanwhile, my Bean wants to know if, while I'm transmuting things, if I can transmute her into a cat with a nice, long, warm fur coat. I can sort of understand that, it is actually a bit chilly out this morning!
As you can see, we are not exactly planning on having a White Catsmas.
It was warmer this morning and got colder as the day went along but colder is a relative term. It only got to the mid sixties. It felt kind of good actually, made me feel frisky.
It did not make my Bean feel frisky though as it makes her bones hurt her more than usually. This on top of the long hunting trip she made to Target yesterday to finish up her holiday shopping. So she is not in a frisky mood at all this evening.
We got some rain this weekend too. We have not had a lot of it, and as you can see my lawn has been looking a little on the dry side. Perhaps we will have a green Catsmas instead.
This is Daytona which is the oldest Floofyhead in the house. Bean get her at the Daytona International Speedway in Daytona Beach, Florida about 15 or 17 years ago. At the time, she have a real bulldog, who eat Daytona's nose. Bean keeps saying she's going to get around to fixing it, but she never does. (See Chase No Face, you not only one with no nose!)
Daytona came with a collar that says "Daytona Motor Speedway" and a "Pit Pass" but these have been misplaced over the course of the years. Now she wears Marti-Gras beads for no good or apparent reason.
Daytona sits in between the book cases near my little tent. I don't ever play with her, and Bean probably wouldn't let me play with her if I wanted to. I should mention that Bean is not a big racing fan, she just pick up a few things here or there, which we get together to take the picture, giving it a race theme. She says you can not go to Daytona Beach and not go to the Speedway.
Daytona is not much of a guard dog, but I guess given her proximity to my little tent, she can guard that. It give her something to do while she sitting around.
Sorry, but it was just too hard to come up with 13 things, and I'd much rather play in the box anyway.
I still not get to see Harry Potter V. Tuesday we watch The Bourne Ultimatum, because one of the girls my Bean work with want to borrow it, so we watch that first. At first I find it confusing, since I not see the first two Moovees or read the books like my Bean, but then there were all these cell phone ringy sounds and I really got into it. I would run around livingroom like crazy cat each time cell phone ringed. That was great fun!
Last night we watch Spiderman 2. I like first Spiderman better. Bean like Spiderman 3 best. I do want to watch "making of" because I want to know how to hang on wall like that.
Maybe tonight we watch Harry Potter V. Bean promise to get lots of moovees for us to watch for holidays next weekend.
A note to my tail grabbers:I do not know if you have been good or bad, but trying to put Glitter Glues in my furs seems kind of naughty to me, no matter how nice you think it would look. BUT - I know were the presents are being kept, and having seen what you are getting for Kissmouse, I think you should be especially well behaved for the next couple of weeks. Otherwise, I may keep them.
The solution to yesterday's Wordless Wednesday: That is one of my Bean's feather roses. She says now that I have discovered how to get one and carry it around house in my mouth, that I should learn to dance the tango, whatever that is.
Quiet! My Bean is studying for an exam. She is studying very hard.
She is studying this green book so that she can pass her E.A. exam.* Yes, this book is located on one of the "too be organized" piles. Yes, I realize it's really no where near the top of the the too be organized pile. But that in and of itself is meaningless. She is studying it intently. Maybe one day she will actually pick it up and open it.
After she has studying that book, she must study these books so she can sit for her CPA exam to get her CPA license. These books are still in the trunk of the car. They have not actually made it into the house yet. I had to have her unbury them so I could get picture. I'm afraid if she does not get them out of the trunk soon, they will become unreadable. But perhaps the information in them seeps into her while she is driving? Just like the information from the green book is seeping into her brain from looking at the cover, right?
I find it interesting that, given what a book worm she is normally, she avoids these books. They can't be that bad can they? Now compare those books to these books...
Which are rather dog eared and easy to grab as they sit next to the computer. I have no idea why she must keep them next to the computer. She's already memorized all the information in them. It's nice to know if they were giving a test on baseball trivia, she could pass it with flying colors.
On a side note, I wish to say that I did my holiday gift shopping this weekend. I did not have much money. On the table with the green book at my Bean is studying intently, you can see the "Edible Card" that I buy for my NMSSF Tony, the Pug. It cost $3.00, which wiped me out. Because I am a Cat, I generally don't have much use for money.
As a result, I have going to wrap of some of my treats to give to my handsome man-cat Reptar. It is tough to part with treats, but he is a good cat-cat and deserves some treats too. I will have to catch or make something for my Bean. I will probably catch something for her, like a rat or a snake. She seems to appreciate it when I do this.
(* Note: I had to move this book a little bit so that you could see it when we took the picture. Otherwise you really wouldn't have noticed it. And don't worry. No books were actually opened during the creation of this post.)
Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix comes out on DVD tomorrow and as you all know, he is a member of the Griffindors at Hogworts. The symbol of the Griffindors is a Griffin, which is combination of a lion and an eagle.
Traditionally, the lion is considered the king of beasts and the eagle the king of birds, so the combining of the two was thought to be an especially powerful and majestic creature.
The griffin usually has the head, forelegs, talons and wings of the eagele, and the lion's hindquarters and ears. Sometimes the griffin is show without wings and sometimes called a alce or keythong. A creature with the head of an eagle and the body of a lion is called an opinicus.
Griffins are often used as heraldic symbols where they were said to instill fear in to the horses of the opponents. They were also considered a guardian of the divine and often used in various religeous symbolism.
A similar creature called an axex - with the body of a cat and the head of a falcon - was found in Ancient Egyptian statuary. Griffins were found in Greek literature, as well as in texts of natural history.
The Griffin was said to nest in high inaccessible cliffs in the Asiatic mountains. A 9th-century Irish writer said that Griffins mated for life and if one the partners died, the other would live the rest of its life alone. This was symbolic of the Church's views on remarraiage of the time.
It was considered to be a symbol of Jesus Christ, who was both human and divine, although I find that sort of two-faced, as the same church tried to wipe out domestic cats - cousins to the noble lion - who were said to be demons.
The females were said to find a cave with a narrow entrance, sheltered from the elements where she would lay three eggs, about the side of ostrich eggs, and stand guard over them. Griffin eggs (where were actually ostrich eggs) were highly prized in medievil European courts. A griffin's claw was believed to have medicinal properties and a feather could restore sight to the blind.
Griffins continue to be a popular symbol and have been used in any number of modern books and tales. It is probably one of the best known of the mythical creatures, along with the unicorn and dragon.
Since some of you have woofies that live with you, or might be going to visit woofies this year, here are three woofie treat recipes you can use to make treats for woofies. If you are like Daisy with her E-Z Bake oven, you might want to stick with the first recipe, which does not require cooking!
Cheese & Peanut Butter Cake
6 Low-fat cheese slices 1 can of Dog Food 6 tablespoons of peanut butter
Using a six-cupcake pan, place one slice of cheese in each cupcake hole, forming each slice into the shape of the hole. Put 1/6 of the canned dog food in each of the cheese (fold any extra cheese over dog food). Put 1 tablespoon of peanut butter on each "cake". Freeze for about four hours before feeding to your woofie.
I don't know if you can use cat food to make kittie treats, they might be kind of big though.
1 cup whole wheat flour 1 cup unbleached flour 1 package (1/4 ounce) yeast 1 cup Chicken broth 1 tablespoon honey
In a large bowl, combine the whole wheat flour with the yeast. And 1/2 cup chicken broth and honey and beat for 3 minutes. Gradually add the remaining flour. Knead the dough until smooth and moist, but not wet (Use the reserve broth as necessary). Cover the dough for about 5 minutes. Divide the dough into about 15 to 20 pieces, rolling each piece into a smooth ball. Make a hole in each ball with your finger, about half an inch wide. Place on a greased cookie sheet, and allow bagels to rise for 5 minutes. Bake at 375 degrees F for 25 minutes. Turn off the heat and allow the bagels to cool in the oven before feeding to your woofie.
(From the book Critter Cuisine which you can get at www.littleangelsrescue.org. Includes 150 pet recipes, 55 "Meow Munchies", 25 "Parrot Pleasures", and a list of dangerous foods.)
1/3 cup all-natural applesauce 1/3 cup low-fat cheddar cheese, shredded 1/3 cup water 2 cups unbleached white flour
In a medium bowl, mix all wet ingredients. In a large bowl, mix all dry ingredients. Slowly add the wet ingredients to the dry mixture. Mix well. Pour batter into a greased 13x9x2-inch pan. Bake at 375 degrees F for 25 to 30 minutes. Treat is down when toothpick inserted into the center and removed comes out clean. Cool and cut into bars. Makes 54 1 1/2-inch squares for your woofies.
I find very strange things to read in Bean's Blog sometimes...
Cat Racing really was a sport that actually took place in the Regency Era and later in England and Belgium. The reference I found on the web refers to a Harrison Weir book published in 1889 which talks about a 1860 race:
"Cat-racing is a sport which stands high in popular favour. In one of the suburbs of Liège it is an affair of annual observance during carnival time... The cats are tied up in sacks, and as soon as the clock strikes the solemn hour of midnight the sacks are unfastened, the cats let loose, and the race begins. The winner is the cat which first reaches home, and the prize awarded to its owner is sometimes a ham, sometimes a silver spoon. On the occasion of the last competition the prize was won by a blind cat."
While I had eyed Miss Diamond quite speculatively while reading the book -- she is very fast, which has earned her the nickname of Galloping Panther -- I can say I doubt very much that she would like the being tied up in a sack portion of the proceedings.
The article goes on the state that a cat racetrack was opened in 1936 in Dorset, England, which was similar to a greyhound track and equipped with an electric mouse for the competing felines to chase. Needless to say, the cats were not cooperative.
The last record attempt to race cats was in 1949 in Kent, an attempt that also failed.
And she thinks I would be GOOD at this??? I tell you what, you try to tie me up in sack, and I'll scratch your eyes out. Winning Cat won't be only blind thing.
You probably know these humans. They are pretty big celebrities, this time of year.
So imagine my surprise when I find out that these are my Bean's Grandparents. My jaw nearly hit the floor - not that I have that far too go, since I stand only foot off the ground. But still.
"So how come you turn out to be baby eating ogress?" I ask.
She denies of course. She always denies any allegations that she doesn't like children, says it's all a smear campaign against her. But on her own bloggie she admits that she likes them with a bit of Bar-B-Que sauce. She and her ogress friends even swap recipes!
"Hey," she says. "You're not so fond of the little tail grabbers yourself." This is true. They tried to put glitter glues in my lovely black coat. But we make our peace. I allow them to put their colorings on my blog. And I know they read my blog all the time, they tell me so themselves.
At least she is not a total scrooge and does have some holiday spirit, even if she is a witch. Which is another thing...
I did not know Santa Claws was Wiccan. "He's not..." she groans, but tells me I should leave off the religious stuff. I guess she get into it with her family all the time. She says her mother accept it, but rest of her family tell her she going to burn in hell. She laugh at this, and point out that Dante's Inferno is not a book in the bible.
Irregardless. I supposed it's not a terrible thing not to like little humans. She is certainly not the only one of her species who feel that way as she has friends who not really fond of them either. But then, their grandparents are not one of the great cultural icons of the civilized world.
And children seem to like her. They look up to her, I do not know why. Although she will be the first to admit she is not a very good role model. Although she has cleaned up her act some and does not drink any more.
Anyway, I feel I should tell you this in case you are coming by our house this holiday season with little ones. Be sure to put Sphinx medallions on them to ward off the baby eating ogress I live with.
Notes: To answer some of the questions this tattle will likely raise - Beans grandparents have both crossed over rainbow bridge and the physical manifestations of the spirit of giving have passed on to others. The outfits were hand made by her grandmother. Bean has little or no talent in the sewing area, and supposedly cannot even cut a piece of cloth with a pattern on it. They held court during the holiday season at Shaker Square in Ohio where thousands of children would come each year to see the "real" St. Nick. The "Santa suit" has become part of a power struggle in her family that she stay out of. She says she tried to stay out of anything to do with her family as much as possible. She not like them either.
"Which creature in the morning goes on four feet, at noon on two, and in the evening upon three?"
This is the riddle of the Sphinx, a question asked by the mythical Sphinx of all passerbys. While Sphinx were an invention of the Eygpt during the Old Kingdom, they were imported to Greek, which is where the tale of the riddling sphinx comes from.
There are actually three types of sphinxes, although the most well known is the androsphinx, which is what the Great Sphix of Giza is. An Androsphinx as the body of a lion and the head of a human.
A Criosphinx has the body of the lion and the head of the ram, while a Hierocosphinx has the body of the lion with the head of a falcon or hawk. It should be noted that a Sphinx is not a Sphynx. A Sphynx, like our friend Dragonheart, is hairless breed of cat. The breed name however is a play on a mythical Sphinx.
The faces on Androsphinx usually bore the head of a Pharoah and were built a tribute to them. Until the riddling Sphinx in Greek mythology, the Egyptian Sphinx were almost always male, although one was carved bearing the likeness of Pharoah Hatsepsut, who was female.
The name or names that the Egyptians actually gave the statues is unknown, but the Arabic name was Abu al-Hol, which translates of "Father of Terror".
The statues came to be called Sphinx after they were exported to Greek mythology. The Greek version of the Sphinx was a unique demon of destruction and bad luck.
She was generally shown as seated upright, not recumbent like the Egyptian versions, and was depicted as a winged lion with the head of a woman or as a woman with the paws, claws and breasts of a lion, a serpent's tai and eagle wings.
Susposedly originating in Ethiopia, she was sent by either Ares, the God of War, or Hera, the Goddess of Marriage, to Thebes were in Sophocles' Oedipus Tyrannus, she asks all passerby the most famous riddle in history. She would then strangle anyone who did not answer - which strikes me as a little hard to do with lion paws.
The word "Sphinx" comes for the Greek word Sphiggo, meaning "to strangle". Some sources cite her name as Phix.
Sphinx also appear in traditions, mythology and art in South and South-East Asia where they are known by a variety of names which generally translate out as human-beast, man-cat or man-lion. (Hence our discussion of the Sphinx is very appropriate for Mancat Monday, don't you think?)
In South India the Sphinx is believed to ward off evil in general, and is said to take away the sins of devotees when they enter a temple. It also plays a significant role in the yearly rituals of the South Indian Shaiva temples. In Kanya Kumari district, in the southernmost tip of the Indian subcontinent, during the night of Shiva Ratri, devotees run 75 kilometer while visiting and worshiping at 12 Shiva temples. This Shiva Ottam (or Run for Shiva) is performed in commemoration of the story of the race between the Sphinx and Bhima, one of the heroes of the epic Mahabharata.
In other locations it functions as the guardian of the northern direction, while Buddhist legends tell how it was created by Buddhist monks to protect a new born royal baby from being devoured by ogresses. (More on this tomorrow.) It also known in Thailand by several names where it is depicted as upright walking beings with the lower body of a lion or deer and the upper body of a human.
Bean always squees when I curl up next to the Snoozie, I guess she think it cute.
In answer to the questions...no the lizard was not rude. It did however run across the ceiling and vanish behind the bookcase, so I did not catch or eat.
I don't think it's name is George. Godzilla maybe, but not George.
I thought it was an assassin come to kill my Bean, because she was furry sick all day Saturday. First she sick up, then she crawl back into bed and dream she sicking up then just kind of lay like a dead thing for a while. She smell terrible but was not dead. I get her to let me outside, so I not have to smell her.
Finally though she felt a little better in the late afternoon. She get up and we watch Shrek 3 together. She thinks it funny the way I will get the best seat in the house, right in front of the TeeVee to watch the MooVee.
She says she thinks that is the lizard she caught in spring and let loose in the house to eat bugs. It seems to be doing a good job, to have gotten that big! She say she seen it from time to time, and that it had been in her bedroom about a month ago.
She also says we'll probably go see Santa Claws next weekend, as she does not think she'll be up to it tomorrow. She did say she'd go to Pet Supermarket tomorrow. She have $5.00 coupon for Pro-Plan cat food, which is what I eat. You can get one Here.