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| What's in a name? The name of my cattery is Swift Abyssinians. First of all because cats are swift (swift: 1.Moving or capable of moving with great speed; fast. 2. Quick to act or react; prompt: swift to take steps.) some synonyms: abrupt, alacritous, barrelling, double-quick, expeditious, express, fleet, fleet-footed, flying, harefooted, hasty, prompt, pronto, quick, rapid, ready, snappy, speedball, speedy, sudden, supersonic, unexpected, winged Secondly, because I'm a student of English Literature, and this enables me to combine my passions. Jonathan Swift: famous for :Gulliver's Travels and A Modest Proposal. |
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| Jonathan Swift (1667-1745), Irish author and journalist | ||||||||||||||||||||
| Other cat-poetry and literature | ||||||||||||||||||||
| Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon coeur amoureux Retiens les griffes de ta patte, Et laisse moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux, M?l?s de m?tal et d'agate. Lorsque mes doigts caressent ? loisir Ta t?te et ton dos ?lastique, Et que ma main s'enivre du plaisir De palper ton corps ?lectrique, Je vois ma femme en esprit. Son regard, Comme le tien, aimable b?te, Profond et froid, coupe et fend comme un dard Et, des pieds jusques ? la t?te, Un air subtil, un dangereux parfum, Nagent autour de son corps brun. Charles Baudelaire |
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| Come, my fine cat, against my loving heart;
Sheathe your sharp claws, and settle. And let my eyes into your pupils dart Where agate sparks with metal. Now while my fingertips caress at leisure Your head and wiry curves, And that my hand's elated with the pleasure Of your electric nerves, I think about my woman ? how her glances Like yours, dear beast, deep-down And cold, can cut and wound one as with lances, Then, too, she has that vagrant And subtle air of danger that makes fragrant Her body, lithe and brown. ? Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952) |
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| The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES. First of all, there's the name that the family use daily, Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James, Such as Victor or Jonathan, or George or Bill Bailey - All of them sensible everyday names. There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter, Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames: Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter - But all of them sensible everyday names. But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular, A name that's peculiar, and more dignified, Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular, Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride? Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum, Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat, Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum - Names that never belong to more than one cat. But above and beyond there's still one name left over, And that is the name that you never will guess; The name that no human research can discover - But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess. When you notice a cat in profound meditation, The reason, I tell you, is always the same: His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name: His ineffable effable Effanineffable Deep and inscrutable singular Name. T S Eliot |
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