|You can tell how much I hated her.|
The Worshipped at The Hall of Rectitude
I no longer work full time at The Hall of Rectitude but there are a couple of Worshipped there who remember me when I stop by for one of my freelance gigs.
James Bond- A sweet cat started poking around the Hall in 2011 with tuxedo markings. Not just "Hey does this cumberbund fit?" tuxedo markings but "Damn I make this look good!" tuxedo markings. We named it James Bond, later to discover that the sweet James was a girl. Fortunately, James rejects society's gender binary, so she's totally cool rocking a name that's typically male. She strolls around acting like she owns the place and calling everyone Moneypenny.
|Moneypenny, I could use some scritches under my chin. Shaken, not stirred.|
Oh and tell me I'm not rocking this tux on the brown background.
Benjamin J Cat- The J does not stand for anything. It's just a J.
Benjamin is fuzzy. Also, Benjamin is probably not college material.
|I'd really like to snuggle you.|
Don't be too hard on Ben. Early in his life there was a door to a bedroom that he could open by slamming his head into it--Alien Queen style. Unfortunately it took him a LONG time to learn that it was JUST THAT ONE DOOR, and that all the others were going to stay closed. There were some serious head-banging sessions in his early life. Ben has no delusions of power or nobility. But he does like snuggles. Also....he is trying to murder me.
Your description of Ben reminds me of a poem:ReplyDelete
by Nick Bantock
My cat's dim,'e's got no brain.
'Is eyes are glazed and 'e's quite inane.
'Is marbles are lost, and 'e's very slow.
Sad old sod, 'e'll 'ave to go.
'Is lights are on, but no one's there.
Cruel innit, don't seem fair.
See 'ere's the rub, the real groaner -
'es brighter than 'is bloody owner.
Here's a link where you can hear Bantock reading it, which is even funnier than reading it yourself, IMHO: http://www.fan-dango.com/Bantock/NBaverse.html