WWTBAM Bored

So LB took me and the Poopyhead cat to the vet yesterday for our annual torture. The vet and her techs start talking about the good old days before I wound up getting kidnapped by LB and was living in the upstairs room above their office. They all tried to remember what I had been named, and concluded that me and my real brother were not the pair of black cats they named Evil I and Evil II, but the pair they named Spartacus and Xerxes after some stupid movie. Yeah, of course I was the one who got the lame name. I wasn't too thrilled, but then again, when am I thrilled by anything? I didn't even care that it was Friday the 13th.

I'm not sure I'm a Persian cat, but oh well. Bow before me. Yawn.

Biskit wrote:I'm not sure I'm a Persian cat, but oh well. Bow before me. Yawn.

Shouldn't you be Ozymandias? --Bob

Biskit, you must check out Henri le chat noir. You may be related.

Why do I get the feeling that you play the victim, Biskit?

You seem to have the same attitude and Java. "I will secretly swipe at my brother, and then yowl in fear when he chases me."

My mom named one of our cats Xerxes about 40 years ago. That poor cat! He came to live with us when the family next door moved out and left the cat! Someone there must have really picked on him; he was terrified of brooms and potholders. The rest of his years were a good life for a cat.

a1mamacat wrote:Why do I get the feeling that you play the victim, Biskit?

You seem to have the same attitude and Java. "I will secretly swipe at my brother, and then yowl in fear when he chases me."

Sounds like my sister when we were kids.

Bob78164 wrote:

Biskit wrote:I'm not sure I'm a Persian cat, but oh well. Bow before me. Yawn.

Shouldn't you be Ozymandias? --Bob

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away

Bob Juch wrote:

Bob78164 wrote:

Biskit wrote:I'm not sure I'm a Persian cat, but oh well. Bow before me. Yawn.

Shouldn't you be Ozymandias? --Bob

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away

Well, yes. That was the intended reference. --Bob

Bob78164 wrote:

Bob Juch wrote:

Bob78164 wrote:Shouldn't you be Ozymandias? --Bob

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away

Well, yes. That was the intended reference. --Bob

In my high school Econ class, we had to create and market an imaginary perfume for a class project. My group called ours Ozymandias. Yes, we all had British Lit that same semester and had just covered the poem....

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