Lucifer cat
has been cast from ceiling
hey ceiling cat, y u gotta be so mean?
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Will still try to saves him.
Just hoping Ceiling Cat will forgive me and help me redeem Lucifer Kitteh.
‘Cause really, I tink Lucifer kitteh wuzn’t opposing Ceiling Cat; he just wanted to be petted by da new hyumons.
Cookie’s Human, you just tweaked sumfing in mee dat made mah eyeballs
moas pop out an mah hairs stand on end.
I not shur exACTlee wutt u meen, butt it intreegs teh hell owt ub mee.
U get teh furst so offen I figgured mah hoofs wud be worn to a nub iff I dants
fur u. Butt dis time, I is reddee.
I duzzunt noe teh bess song furr dis, it wud take too long too figur owt. So I
is gonna sing One Tin Soldier in mah donkee-est , moas dramatic voice ebbur,
till I has teh laryngitis. Den I is gonna putt on a good dantsing song and danse
furr u till mah hoofs are worn too teh nubbins.
It’s bowt time I dantsed furr u.
Noaw run, folks, while u can…teh Donkee bowt too sing him heart owt furr
Cookies Human, an dis cud get aurallee disturbbin!!
caws…*looks arown and wisspurrs* I has a weerd kind ub dreem…
dat wun day EBBURBODDEE furgibbs EBBURBODDEE, an dat includes dose
dat maybe sum mite hab thot preeveeuslee unreedemabull…and den ebbur
boddee in teh hole universe wud vibrate wiff teh lub vibrashun and …
/runs off snifflun
comebak kafleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen,
you no, dere is dat part in the revelashuns ob john ware it says God will wipe awl de teers frum dere eyes…sumfin to luk forard to, eh?
butt deez r teh happee tears…:lol:
well, dats diffrent. keep doze wuns.
Kafleen? Ai lubz yoo. an Cookiez Hooman too.
yews such a sweeeeeeet sennimental grill!! ♥
mee or da panfer kitteh?
Or hopefullee…bofe?
at dis point in tyme ai duzznt know da panfer kitteh berry wail so
1) i wuz talkin to yew kafleen
2) but aye just noes dat panfer kitteh will turn out to bees wun toooo.. (ai hope ai din’t ‘fend yew panfer kitteh……. aim alreddy in teh cathouse wit Romeow for teh tyme out, eben do I renounced and rejected mai earlier statement)
how’s all dat 4 teh political correkness and teh back peddlin ob teh dai!!
I liek how it’s teh one that sends meh to teh Nawty Barn, that finks they’re in trubble.
aw….i lubs u 2. Y’all gib mee a hug an qwit wurreeing mee
naow.
sides, iddunt dat nawtee barn a GOOD place too bee?
*runs too look.*
/furr reesurch purrpussess onlee, ub corse.
sides, I sended u an email wiff lots and lots ub pikshurs, Romeow.
Go lookee!
ai fink ai habs teh natshural gilty conshence
mees, too.
mebbee it sown weerd, butt dat ment alot too mee. srsly. I wroted down ur
name so’s I membur.
Tank u.
{{{da panfer kitteh}}}}
*hed desk*
Caws I’m juss so impoartunt dat ebbury five minutes u see sumwun
saying dat too mee.
/sarcasum
Dat reelee, reelee sownded bad.
Wutt I meen, is, dapanferkitteh, *looks arown an hopes no one is
lissunin*
mah brain seeriuslee not wurk like it used too. and I furgets mah
butt an brain iff not attached. Dat’s whai it came secund nachur too
say dat. God, wut a stoopid rude ting too say.
*hoofs on hed an eers*
I srry!
kafleen said: I duzzunt noe teh bess song furr dis
I rekomend “Devil went down to georgia” – Charlie Daniels, or “If the devil danced in empty pockets” – George Strait, or “If you’re goin’ thru hell” – Rodney Atkins.
Lucifur nebber lozd conneckshun wid Ceiling Cat. He was sent ouda hebben to du deh dirdde job ub maekin peeple maek moral choices. He no wanna go and hadda be pushed. He nau gud peeps wud naut laik him and diz maek him sad, but he still gud angel. Widdoud Luciber puttin oud negatib choice, peeps nebber grow intu reel adult peeps wid reel active souls. Lucifer stihl drobs bai hebben on deh weekens.
Der iz an essay about Adam n Ebe dat sez der fahl was intentional. Dey wudnt grau up widdout it. Essayist sez, wud you tehl tu yung kids yo have put deh most wonnerful, delishus caek in deh fridge, but dey are not tu tuch it (iz for grown up pardee lader) den leev dem alone, and cum baek expectin to find dah caek? God not a Stoopee – he nau dey gonna find der way to de apple an trai. “dey hab become laik uz” cud be deh biddersweed pride and sorrow wen ou see yer kidz growin up. Hab u seen a liddle chile leeb deh garden ub eden – wen dey start ti realize diz wurld isnt deh fine,simple place dey had beleived? Somehow awareness of deth and awareness of morality go tugedder.
fank yu, jajeh – lubbly mettafur bowt biddersweet pride wen yer kidz growz up, an berry thotful kawming bowt discubberin mortality an morality.
it remynd me ub Buddha. wen he wuz lidl prins, he nebber left hiz fadder’z byootifull paliss. but wun dai, az yung man, he went owt, an seed dat menny peepz wuz suffrin pain, deth an loss. him nawt knoe hao tu kyure sik peepz, bring bak ded wunz, awr nuffin. he cud oanly trai tu figgur owt hao we kin feel less payn. an dat iz teh ayt-fold paf ub wizdum an efficks – nawt kling tu teh werldly fingz, stop treetin peepz an aminalz meenly, an awl dat.
mebbe ceeling cat gibz us rongz so we kin become konshus ub wut iz riet.
jajeh, wer kin ai reed teh essai yu menshuned?
*feelin kwite stoopy an sheepich*
um, ai ment “thotful kawmint”, nawt “kawming”.
*runz awai*
comebaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak, moe!
cum bak, moe!
iz otay. ebbrywun maeks typing misstaeks.
wii cheezfrends awlwaiz furgib misstaeks.
{{{{{{{{moe}}}}}}}}
The essay about Adam and Eve is in The Man Who Wrestled with God by John A. Sanford. This book also contains some valuable insights into the meaning of myth, as interpreted by Jung – stories about the life of the soul. This makes them not the silly little fables, but the most important and meaningful of al stories.
The idea about Lucifer being sent on a mission did not originate with me; it arose in a discussion with my brother, who had seen or heard this interpretation someplace, but I don’t know what or where. BTW – an angel, as an eternal being, cannot change its mind, be on G-d’s side one time, and strike out on his own the net minute….s/he has been set up as to what and who they are when they come into being, somepalce in eternity. (Also not my notion…and it made more sense in the context I read it.)
I was a comparative religion major many decades ago, in college, and Buddhism was a favorite of mine
Thanks, Jajeh — the book sounds very interesting. Hope I can find it here!
I didn’t know angels couldn’t change their minds, but I realize now I’ve never really thought about them. I was not raised Christian–the limited understanding of Christianity I have is because I grew up among Christians in India (and lived many years in the US, where it’s culturally very different!), and had some Christian teachers in elementary school (we loved doing nativity plays!) and college.
I doubt if very many Christians & Jews would realize that angels cannot change their minds! Many think they are dead people, but they are a different category of being altogether. That angels cannot change their minds is to be found in one of the more arcane nooks of Judeo-Christian theology. In the writings of St. Anselm or something. THe equivalent of a Hindu theologian’s commentary on a commentary on the Upanishads.
Ya, cuz dey onlee servints uv CC, nawt childrunz. Da aynjuls can’t say no to CC, but R still kinda jelus uv peepull.
Liek CC sent an aynjul to wrassle wif, ummm, dun tell me… Jaycub? An den CC sent da aynjuls to Sodum too!
I liek da thot dat Looseefur iz a hapliss servent, doin whut he wuz told to do. I tryin to memmer Gayman’s writings abowt Looseefur an hayl an awl, wiv hims Incarnashuns an Immortls stuff…
Aynjuls nawt gots freewill liek peepulls, an also nawt mayd in da imij uv CC OR Gawd….
Iz good, Jajeh, I liek it!
Sometime angels seem to be projections of G-d – an angel will be talking in the Bible, and suddenly G-d’s on the line! This would make them similar to avatars, or the amesha spentas in Zoroastrianism
Rather like the current (and always mine) take on Judas??
People forget – or never realized – that without the betrayal and execution of Jesus, His mission would not have been fulfilled. The sacrifice of Jesus was necessary to Salvation of mankind. SO all this biz about blaming the Jews and so forth just shows that people don’t understand their own religion. Sometimes I envision Jesus desperately trying to get Himself executed (sacrificed) so that Salvation can take place, and the Sanhedrin, Pilate, and all just saying, well we have to be tolerant!
Conga Ratz CH !!!1!
R wee dancin, singin, oar eeetin N drinkin?
mebbee hab angel fud caek dat felled?
c0nb0rgulashuns, cookie’s human!
Oar debbils fud caek
I’ll take a slice of both!
Wantz sum ice creeemz wif dat 2?
Uv cors! Jus, mebbee nawt garlick flayvur….
Mebbee… Wun Sweet Whirled?
I thinks this be a good opportunity to enjoy “Ceiling Cat, Super Star!”
YAAAY !!!!1!
Cuz sooon, alll himz pointy enz will be remooved N him B frowed inna abbyss 4 a towsend yeerz
lolz, you guyz mades it moar funniez!
yes, and soon there be anticeilingcat-cat! O.O
Dat wud be floorcat?
Ai think teh anti-ceiling cat iz basemen- t oar cellar-cat. We ar teh floor catz/kittehz.
I thot we were Middle Earth? No?
Of corse–silleh me. But it is profes–prophec–purrdicted dat teh cellar cat will be let loose an roam about teh floor before teh Last Dai.
I fink I haz sawd him recently.
Iz he borked?
Wat waz Lucifer Cat doin up dere, ennywais?
He wuz one of da angels of Ceiling Cat. Lucifer Cat wanted more attenshun; Ceiling Cat cast him down. You knoes da rest…Lucifer Kitteh pretends to be snake, talks to Eve….Eve, da first and only s woman to jsut chat wid a snake instead of running to Adam skreaming “Its a snake! Get the garden hoe!!!!”
Ai m amazeded at yur grasp uv teh sityuashun, CH!! Brava! N conga ratsulashunz awn teh Nawt-sekond, 2!
Der’z uh lesun der, 2, abowt ego, hyumiliteez, trust n faif. Fank u.
I confusicated. I wuz not knowing they hadz teh ho’s in teh Garden uv Eetin. I wuz thinking teh ho’s wuz in Sodam adn Glockomorrah. And teh Garden uv Eetin wuz wear teh applez wuz.
So yur saying that maybe Adam had a garden hoe AND a Garden of Eatin’ ho. Hmmmmm……maybe Adam had problems reziztin temptashuns long before Eve be blamed.
revijunist kitteh sez…well, mebbe Eve WUZ teh Garden Hoe! An all teh Biblolkle scollars scrambldes to refyute her, wile she chordles kwiyitly to hersselfs.
Naw, Lillith wuz da gardin ho! She wuz befoar Eve, an LIEKD secks! So Adam mayd her go away cuz she wannied to be *gasp* ekwel, nawt subserveeyent!!! R moar lieklee, she wantid to be awn tawp!!!
Cookie’s Human, nawt onlee are yew nawt sekund, yew maded mee laff wif teh “Get teh garden hoe!!!” Gud fing I didn’t haf milk and peas in my mouf, or they wud haf been skwirting outta my noze.
I fownd a grate ty yesfurrdai at the Ty stoar. See the grate kitteh sayings? I fink yu wud liek it.
*sets ty on ground on a peece uv tishoo payper*
Kan’t see it….my kitteh be layin’ on top of it. Anything layin’ on de floor iz to be laid on by kitteh.
LYP – den we wud hab whirled peas!
Fank yew, CH. Akshully I did nawt kno teh hole storee. Yes, I can heer awl teh “gasps ov horror.”
Teh catshun has moar funneh, nao dat u splained it to meh.
Juss one questshun: Who iz teh garden hoe?
I’m taekin a risk, cuz wen jamamakitty brot it up, in teh last pikshur, I gots sent to teh nawty barn.
Nawt fare – udder peeps say bad words and I get sent to teh nawty barn.
When Eve skreamed for Adam to bring da garden hoe ( to kills da talking snake) and Adam arrived wid da Garden ho, a slap fight ensued, and everybody be ejected from da pretty garden of Eatin’.
*Epiphany lite up brane* Perhaps Eve and Adam and his garden ho were all banished to da nawty barn – which we knoes az our world.
X-kuse me…my priest be kalling me to diskuss my
x-communikatshun……
Fanks Cookie’s Human!
I had no idea this storee waz so exciting! I alwais liek to see how history iz relevant to todai. Teh Nawty Barn brot it full sirkle.
U’ve been a grate halp to meh. Sorry bout teh dust up wif ur preest.
akoarding to teh “non-canonikul” texts, teh Garden Ho wud hav been Eve’s predasessur Lilith, who was teh furst wun kikt owt of teh gardin and sent off to teh nawty barn
good wun! u did mee wun bettur!
An dat, mah frenz, wuz teh furst Lilith Faer. An dere wuz gud muzik hads by awl. De end.
Oh, noes!!
I muss go looks dat up!!
*pshaw!*
*hoof flop*
u had mee all nerrbuss dat dere wuz a fuss. Wuz juss teh sillees!
I am so paranoid.
:blush:
must ai renounce AND reject mai former statement? ai don wan to cum across as dsic, dis, oh you know, ai not pik on ony yew
dis wuz replai to romeow hoo wuz sent to nawty barn oilier………..
deers sum weerdness in teh air…*waves paw*
I has candee!
*distracts wiff teh candees*
yew habs cimmanom candieeeeee?
Oh, YESH!!
*Passes a bigg ole cimmanom candieeee too jamamakitty!*
yumz……ai just lubs teh cimmanom. tank yew kafleen!
pssst….jamamakitty…dus u noe abowt our Yahoo Group, Cheez
Frenz?
groups.yahoo.com/group/cheezfrenz/
Dis is how we keeps in tuch wiff eech uddur. Sum uff us grows
attached too teh uddurs, u noe….*wigguls hoof in durt* and nerbus
dat we will lose contact wiff frendlee peepuls caws, well, life happens
an peepul get busy and stop comin heer sumtimes…butt if u is on
Cheez Frenz wiff ur email posted…peepul can still contact u. Plus,
wee hab a birfday list. (I lub teh birfdays!!)
Juss a thot.
fank yew 4 sharing dat witt me…….. ai weel buk mark it for teh eazy find and weel check it awt………. dat’s speshul, ♥
ROFL, Kafleen! I lubs awl u gyz! I can haz a karmel kandee?
ooh, yesh, I has a big fatt wun heer in mah goodee bag!
Jamamakitty, I waz kinda hoping dat u onwee piks on teh ones u lub.
*blink blink*
ruh roh……… nao ai hap to renounce and reject mai earlier renouncement and rejectment………… whew dis pawlitticul stuff is muchly work!!
*wispurrrrrrz* but hao did yew know?
*gibs jamamakitty a smoo on teh cheek*
*falls on floor an cries wiff joy*
{{{{grp hugs n kisses}}}}
romeow, ai fink kafleen thot we wuz mad or sumfin!! (hao dew kittlins laff?)
Yall wur makin mee nurbuss, dammit!
yew ar teh protektor wun……teh peace makur!! dat wuz mai role growin up…. ai recognize and reject…… (only kiddlin) ai recognize teh symtoms….
p.esh…… ay’m waitin 4 grp approval…. mus be doin bakgrown chek….. ha!!
i tink dmarie has teh floo, too, so she mite bees a littul beehin?
Nebbur feer!
Did u apply as jamamakitty? Cuz iff not, u will need to id
urself as jamamakitty so we will recugnizes u! Noticed a
greeting dis morning to sum wun whose name she and I bofe
did not recugnize…..just wunnuring
Jeez, so mush lub! Git a room! (I tink we has eckstra in da Nawtee Barn!)
R u voting for teh renouncement and rejectment
before ur voting against it?
.
If it wazn’t so much fun teasing u,
I wud juss gib u a hug.
*secretly, so nobuddee can see*
{{{{{jamamakitty}}}}}
jus habbin funs playin wit teh demon catic debait frum teh udder nait… izzit nap tyme?
diddun male-dominated history make EVE owt too bee teh garden ho?
/runs faster tan a 747 can fly, fraid too look back.
And, awl teh liddle dwarffs singing
Hai Ho, Hai Ho…
Gibs it a hole noo meening.
ay’m NOT HAPPY!!
Wich wun are you den?
ohai, I’m Doc
I Sleezee!
(da uvver drarves, we haz dem! Sleezy, an Drinky an Surly and Piggy an Dirty and Greedy an Larry)
I thot Larry got eated by a tyger.
Different Larry?
An if dere was Eve an anudder garden ho, wud dat make Adam a rake?
eye lolld sew mush eye am hurtinz, CH !1 !!
awl rown concatz 4 ewez!!
Is this kitteh up on teh ceiling, or sprawled out on teh tile flur? Maybee tile flur is slippy an kitteh cant gets hims footing/pawing.
Luks laik hot kitteh on kool tile flore to meh.
cat on hot tin ruff ref 4 teh win!!
grrawt cleenr? evvrr heer uv it?
*Hee Hee*
I waz pikshuring sumpfing wif red horns, tayl, and pitch fork.
Iz Lucifer Cat nekkid?
Oh my!
Dinnt U noe? He kin tranform hisselph into enyfing he liekz…ebben an aingel ob litez.
U juss answered awl mah questshuns bout gubernment.
snurt
how de miowty hab fallen…
dinnot slip N fall…Kicked owt!!
gud phun!!1
gud punn!!1
Iz betr 2 rool in kichin (wif da hoomunz gibin gooshifudz in tummirubz n stuf) den serv in ceelin. Srsly.
win!
Is dat from Pairadice Lolled?
Ah, bollocks.
You got there right before me.
No wurrees. Happunz 2 ebreebudee.
Milton….
B4 heavens, an he gets borings.
Ai wil disagree wif u dere. Ai donut want 2 rool, fink uv teh byoorokratik hasslez! En teh expensiz fr hyoomin resoorsez! No, Ai wil hang wif Ceiling Cat.
Splat cat iz flat.
Pay attenshun, kittehs: tihs iz wai U musst land awn yr feets.
reminds me of the Stephen Wright bit: “i’ve been really depressed lately, not that anyone would notice. It was so bad that i decided the other day that i was gonna kill myself, so i climbed to the top of a building and jumped off…but on the way down my back twisted around and i did a flip in mid air and landed on my feet…no one was there to see it except for these two kittens behind the dumpster. One kitten looked at the second one and said ’see, THAT’S how we do it.’ “
It r bettr tu rool on linohleeum tahn surv in teh seeling tylz.
heh! awsum win
MEH-FUR-STOPTEHFLEEZ:
Why dis am the baysmint, nor iz I owt of it.
Tinks u dat I who saw teh fase of Ceilingcat,
And tasted the eternal joys of Teh Attik,
Am not toarmented wif ten thousand baysmints,
In being deprived of everlasting bliss?”
HAIL, CELLARCAT!
heh heh! win!!11!!
Goethe or Marlowe? Teh Tragicall Historee of Doctor Meowstus?
I seez dat belli n I hopez kitteh been chekeed 4 d wormz.
Dat kitteh be tinkin: Tile be cool on da belliez!
dats wun pooor pooor pifitul kittlin………sew scrannies…….. ai will taik himz in an lubs himz and sqweeeeeze himz and lawk himz ina caige forebber……… only kiddling.. lots ob gushie fuds 4 himz
Dat made mee LOL
Butt bottum line is…will u calls him George?
ai nebber herd dat verzhun……… we used to hab dis website where we awl talk and use teh wav files. an dat wuz wun ob dems. but ai can soitenly callz hims George! an at dis point it iz teh bottom line till teh next commint!
I is pleezed too tell u den!!!!
Dis frum teh storee by John Steinbeck ( wun ub mah top favorites!) “Of Mice and Men”
It was a very, very, special story about wandering laborers Lenny and George.
George took care of Lenny, who was “not quite right.” (Don’t remember why, but I do know Lenny’s hart was in rite place.)
A vereh pretteh ladee woo wuz a littul too eesee wiff teh flirtees gotted Lenny’s
attenshun…an becuz he “not qwite rite” hee wuz too ruff. She panicked…hee
had an innocent soul, butt gotted scared..Bottom line…she suffocated.
Ebburboddee now owt to get teh “Murderer.”
Poor Lenny and George had a dream ub dere own littul peece ub hebbun…
and it had bunnbunns fur Lenny. Hee sed hee wud lub dem and name dem
George.
George noo teh mob wuz owt fur blood fur teh innocent harted Lenny, and
dey wuz on teh run. Lenny not noe. George tole him teh storee agin…ub\
how dere place wud bee, wiff teh bunnees an all. Den him putted a gun on
Lenny’s hed and blew his brains owt to save him frum teh violent mob.
/runs awai, sobbing hysterically
ooh mai………..dat be teh saddes fing ai’ve herd inna lawwwwwn tyme. but ai prresheate yew takin alla tyme to splain it, Kafleen. ai weel nebber hear dat sprshun agin wittout membering yew splainin it! (let me waip awai yer teeers)
itt wuz on moovie. Haddud sweet littul mickey frum our gang…u noe..
Beretta…..okay…..Robert Blake, dammit! and Randy Quaid as Lennie.
Dere wuz also a version wiff Gary Sinise and John Malkovich.
I took teh time caws 1. Is berreh speshul storeh and 2. Is kind ub a ICHC
cliche….”I will lub it and squeeze it an name it George” (and uther similar
vershuns)
ay’m honored dat yew took teh tyme to indoctrinayte me furder into deh mystries ob teh ICHC. *luks around to see if der is a gurl skout batch ennywayre aroun* fanks agin
oooohhh…peanut buttur or thin mints?
eedder wun, but teh lemon……………ah to die 4
ooh…lemun tastee too.
Dose gurl scouts….*sigh* all soft on teh outside, and crunchee
surprise inside
/nawtee Far Side refurunts
Armadillo!!
amazing incredible storii kafleen! I lurved it tew! i was yung wen i read it. i wuz deeply touched. still am
Teh book wuz ebbun MOAR painfull,…and Curly was ebbun wurse.
Yu noe, seems like John Steinbeck doles owt teh pain in spades in all ub
his books. Like teh Pony stories wiff Joey.
East of Eden was my favorite book ever. Dat man seems too bee full
ub teh sufferin. I herd he was married too a woman like Cathy.
Jane Seymour did an amazing job wiff dat character.
Tuk course on comedy once, an, believe or not, Steinbeck’s writings offen are comedy in dat dey affirm de elan vital, de life force. He sez in Grapes of Wrath “Having stepped forward, he may slip back, but only half a step, never the full step back. ” No matter how bitter and downtrodden the characters are, there is always a positive
Der waz a berry gud flm adapshun….ai tnk Lon Chaney Jr. played Lenny. Ai memmer Lenny laiked bunbuns and waz gonna hab dem at der own place, but didn remmber he wud cahld demm all Gerge. Tanks,….ai wunnered where dat caem from tu, but nebber godaround tu askin
Kafleen-thanks so much.
I’m learning things again!
*catches up to kafleen and hands her a tishoo and a cuppa water-there, there, now*
I’m entirely positive “Of Mice and Men” came nawt sekkund.
I remember (when I was an itteh bitteh kiddeh) a Bugs Bunny cartoon with a redhaired monster who caught BB and said “I will luv him & pet him & call him George.” It would not have been funny to a more sophistiCATed audience if Steinbeck’s book (or the movie) hadn’t come out nawt sekkund.
But I nevah knew where the *original* reference was frum.
Many thanks.
better to LOL on floor, than serve in ceiling.
dante (bi wai ov startrek in my mind!) FTW!
Iz Milton, akshuallee.
doncha hate wen dat happuns?
Aw. Scrawny kitty needs fuds.
cast from ceiling… but sticks the landing.
Even gets a 9.5 from teh Eest Germen judj.
What a scrawny little kitteh. Someone get him a sammitch!
himz sew scrawny der’s no loose fur !!
arggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh! how lawng has dis ben here just waiting to pop up and nip me on the ankul in teh dark!!!
aww, poor fallen anjel cat
(sympathy 4 teh floor cat, i has it)
Still, he fell on his legs.
Rufus Kitteh fallz 2 erf to help Jay Kitteh and Silent Bob Kitteh.
Diz picher is a scene frum deh Spring Padgundt. Deh kitteh goes to kttengarden wid deh kitteh dat plais Ceilin Cat.
so ai gess instedz ov teh grate red dragon, iz noa teh grate blak kitteh!
(sii Revelation 12)
Felix Culpa AND the Pelagian Heresy–two of my favorites. The first is the idea that several cheezfrends have already mentioned: that were it not for the Fall, there would be no moral choice. The second is Pelagias’ idea that eventually God will redeem all souls. He lost out to Augustine (boo! hiss!) and was declared heretical. But I’ve always loved him; and even C.S. Lewis, much beloved of fundies, is pretty much a Pelagian. And God bless him for that.
Sorry for no lolspeak. Too late too tired and too much an English Major. Cheers to all. You keep me going. And if anybody recognizes the ref in my name, I’ll be delighted.
Rhubarb
I have thought that the various heresies shed some valuable insights on theology. Sometimes in reading them you can see why they had to be rejected (Alas! SO violently!) Sometimes they provide useful notions outside the mainstream. I don’t remember them all….it’s been a long time since I read up on them….but I do remember them as valuable and of great interest.
hmmmm. *ponders name* something to do with goddess of rage or mania? somehow doesn’t seem to fit with such a calmly stated contribution.
Thanks to both of you (Lyssa & Jajeh) for your comments.
p.s. I’m interested in the C.S. Lewis comment. What do you think of The Great Divorce in ref to this subject?
kthnxbai
Thanks for your comment, JAJEH, and my apologies to you and all for mistyping “Pelagius” last night. Many of the heresies were, of course, utter and pernicious crap. Pelagius was not (and, being a Celtic eremite, probably had a kitteh or so). Augustine, on the other hand, leads straight to Calvin and Knox–or, more recently, to Hagee. Pleh!
Anybody read “Pangur Ban”? –An Irish monk’s poem to his white kitteh. If anyone would like to see it, I’ll post a lovely translation by one of my committee members. If not, I’ll just hush up.
we would love to see your collegue’s version of Pangur Ban. Please do post it for us when you have time.
p.s. adn iff you “hush up” i will has a sad.
colleague . yup dat’s sposed tabby hao it’s spelt. i hav gotten entyrelee too akkus ur akostum erm used to seein dat lil red line unnerneeth stuf. my edumakashun goin doon teh dwane- lemme show you eat.
Mary–
Yes, my given (though hardly Christian) name does mean “madness” and that is a character in Euripides’ Heracles. My mom was not a classical scholar–she and her best friend thought it up. But it used to take my classics profs a bit aback. As for “Rhubarb”–nobody reads H. Allen Smith anymore, but I have. R is the cat who inherits a baseball team. He was a boy, but my eldest precious (almost 17 now) is a half Maine Coon girl.
The Great Divorce (sry–don’t know how to do ital here)–I am crazy for it. I am, of course, a fool for metaphor and have actually read George MacDonald. I have many quarrels with CSL, but I am a Friend of Narnia, as is my son, who considers himself Jewish (long boring story). I’ve often used Lewis in the babykid (i.e. freshman) classes (bits from Mere Christianity), not because I wished to promote religion or the lack thereof, but because they are short and well-organized and rhetorically effective.
As I don’t think I am. Sorry. It’s a bad time for me just now and I don’t wish to be clutchy. I do so much enjoy all the cheezfrends. Thanks again, Mary
Ah, thank you for doing me the honor of answering my question. I hope that the “bad time” you are enduring now will soon resolve into something better.
Yours,
Mary
…Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.
I thank all of you and Mary most particularly. Below follows Messe ocus Pangur ban, as translated by a dear, dear woman and a great scholar (she was on my examining committee when I sat major orals nine months pregnant; she didn’t go easy on me). Enough me. Here is Dr. RPM Lehmann.
I sit with white Pangur,
each of us at his special skill:
his mind is on hunting,
my mind on my own special craft.
I love quiet better than any fame,
with my book in diligent study;
white Pangur does not envy me:
he loves his childish skill.
A tale without boredom when we
are at home, the two of us alone,
we have boundless sport,
something to which we devote our ingenuity.
Frequently after valorous fights
a mouse sticks in his net;
as for me, into my net falls
a difficult rule hard to understand.
Against a hedge wall he points
his bright perfect eye;
I point my own against the keenness of science,
my clear eye, though weak.
He rejoices with a quick motion
when a mouse sticks in his sharp claw;
when I understand a precious, hard problem
I too rejoice.
Though we may be thus awhile
neither bothers the other;
each of his likes his art
separately delighting in them.
(chg tr–still RPML
Every day he does his work
in which himself is expert;
hard words I make clear and sure;
I, too, work well like Pangur. Pangur.
Sorry to have been so long and boring. This is a translation of a very early Irish poem. Long ago, the Celtic saints lived more or less alone. But they often had cats.
Deer Rhubarb – thank yoo fur this lufflee translashun. An – awn this dai ov so menee coincidenses, too!! This iz teh pome that ai just brought bak as a gift to teh cheezpeepl frum mai recent trip to Ireland.
Ai found it awn teh wall at Triniee Collej just befoar yoo go in to luk at teh book ov Kells, an thot it wud bee purrfekt fur as. As yoo, too, hav cleerlee thot.
If yoo wants to see teh translashun I brought frum Ireland, it iz awn “Clap awn, clap off, ai thing, awt the 18th of Februaree.
an – ai dont think enewun heer wud think what yoo sed wuz long and boring.
Kthx to all of y’all. You are really sweet. And though it’s too late now (as it was not when I began this), Happy Texas Independence Day! Rhu, Harley, and Bobby ( a stripey/spotty rumpy-riser whom I grabbed awhile back when Irresponsible People wanted to move him away[I had been feeding him--they had not] say Yawn. Y’all are wonderful. And, though I’d love to be wrong about this, I’d bet that John Calvin hated teh kittehs. Predestination, I flick my pointy ends (and snag them in your nose) at you! Thanks again, sweet cheezfrends. I must give Rhu of the Huge and Lamplit Eyes (not to mention the the Truly Impressive Whiskers) a Sneaky Turkey Snack before declining (along with the interrupting volanoes) for a litbit. Growly weather here.
Another typo. –Of course, I meant “volcanoes.” And the highly idiosnyncratic ref is to something my son said long ago. I was telling him about and drawing a picture of how volcanoes work when he said, “I just hate those volcanoes. They’re ALWAYS interruptin’”
I’m far too talky. I’ll go back to Lurk. Thank you all for being so sweet.
So ya wanted to be worshipped and admired just like God Hisself, huh?
HAW, HAW, HAW!!! Yew dumb@ss!!!
If God is called “Ceiling Cat”, why isn’t Satan called “Floor Cat?”
satan is basement cat
LOL! i have a little kitten named Lucifer (we call her Lucy for short) and she usually sprawls out just like this on my bed!
lol pooha lucifuh
my cat died he got ran over. the person didnt even stop to say sorry.