Cat nip to Fra. Felix for this:
As Cat-holicism in the West prepares to re-enter the cat-acombs, this clever and amusing little advert gave me paws for thought. Early Christians were piscine in their choice of secret symbol, so perhaps we latter day ones should be feline.
Being a Catholic involves a lot of “self denial”. Now, how would an IAM’s Cat say that?
Yes, that’s right: “Me-OWW!”
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In Spain, it’s well known that there is at least one animal in Purgatory – yes, the cat.
Kathleen will explain, I’m sure..
That’s the only thing I didn’t agree with HH about – his fondness for cats. Give me a dog any day. Especially bloodhounds.
Being fond of dogs need not exclude a similar, even virtually equal, fondness for cats, JH.
Or contrairiwise.
(But not greater. No.)
I’ve had both as pets; but the dog is much more important to civilisation. Who can argue with that? And have you seen this article by Judith Potts?
http://blogs.telegraph.co.uk/news/judithpotts/100189318/the-dogs-who-can-smell-cancer/
We had a pilgrim lady stay with us last year, who suffered from a strange medical condition that caused her to sleepwalk, during which she would be in danger of doing potentially dangerous and fatal things, like fall out of windows.
So she had a dog with her all the time – whose job was to wake her up whenever she started to sleepwalk.
His name was Nigel.
He is a good dog all right.
“….the dog is much more important to civilisation. “
That may be so, JH – but we should not blame them for it.
They are only obeying orders.
As we seem to be indulging fanciful furries on this particular post, Toad will diffidently raise the question of The Dog Who Didn’t Bark on CP&S – Cardinal O’Brien.
Are we going to let the sad story of his own admissions – in the face of his “anti-gay” fulminations – go unremarked?
The biggest British Catholic story for some years?
I’m confident that we won’t.
Toad, who has no problem at all with “gayness,” – although he is as boringly “straight” as it’s possible for a toad to be – has often noticed that those who howl their anti-homosexuality most vociferously, are the very ones who later turn out to have a serious problem with their own sexual identity. Which would seem to be the case with O’Brien.
I now feel a keen sympathy for the man himself. The sexual urge (male, at least) can be almost uncontrollable at times, often in one’s late forties.( Viz Bill Clinton.)
And if there is no viable, permissable, outlet, well… there – but for the grace of God – go a very great many of us.
Remember that the retired Pope Benedict loves cats!
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