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January 27th, 2012 Tags: Friday Fluff, Katz by Razib Khan in Blog | 7 comments | RSS feed | Trackback >
They make such great pets–fun, funny, and low maintenance. Allergies are such a bitch.
These two look so much like my last cats. Thanks for the memories.
Pangur Bán — (9th century poem in Old Irish)
I and Pangur Bán, my cat ‘Tis a like task we are at; Hunting mice is his delight Hunting words I sit all night.
Better far than praise of men ‘Tis to sit with book and pen; Pangur bears me no ill will, He too plies his simple skill.
‘Tis a merry thing to see At our tasks how glad are we, When at home we sit and find Entertainment to our mind.
Oftentimes a mouse will stray In the hero Pangur’s way: Oftentimes my keen thought set Takes a meaning in its net.
‘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.
When a mouse darts from its den, O how glad is Pangur then! O what gladness do I prove When I solve the doubts I love!
So in peace our tasks we ply, Pangur Bán, my cat, and I; In our arts we find our bliss, I have mine and he has his.
Practice every day has made Pangur perfect in his trade; I get wisdom day and night Turning darkness into light.
(Translated by Robin Flower)
Cats are such lovable emotional parasites. How did this relationship evolve?
“cats look down on us, dogs look up to us, but pigs treat us like equals.” Winston Churchill
So was Black Caviar Friday night – she made it 17 wins from 17 starts. The Youtube videos of her winning by 4-5 lengths easing down to the line have become generic and the commentary irritating.
@Paul-enjoyed the poem!
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January 27th, 2012 at 6:20 pm
They make such great pets–fun, funny, and low maintenance. Allergies are such a bitch.
January 28th, 2012 at 12:17 am
These two look so much like my last cats. Thanks for the memories.
January 28th, 2012 at 3:33 am
Pangur Bán — (9th century poem in Old Irish)
I and Pangur Bán, my cat
‘Tis a like task we are at;
Hunting mice is his delight
Hunting words I sit all night.
Better far than praise of men
‘Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill will,
He too plies his simple skill.
‘Tis a merry thing to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.
Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur’s way:
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.
‘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.
When a mouse darts from its den,
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!
So in peace our tasks we ply,
Pangur Bán, my cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.
Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.
(Translated by Robin Flower)
January 28th, 2012 at 6:16 am
Cats are such lovable emotional parasites. How did this relationship evolve?
January 28th, 2012 at 6:43 am
“cats look down on us, dogs look up to us, but pigs treat us like equals.” Winston Churchill
January 28th, 2012 at 7:36 pm
So was Black Caviar Friday night – she made it 17 wins from 17 starts. The Youtube videos of her winning by 4-5 lengths easing down to the line have become generic and the commentary irritating.
January 29th, 2012 at 4:31 am
@Paul-enjoyed the poem!