My, what an ego. Someone names a cat PZ Meowers, sends a photo to you, and you automatically assume that ‘Meowers’ is an intentional mispelling of ‘Myers’ when we all know that it is the Greco-Icelandic word for ‘Cute and Fuzzy.’ Sheesh!

In college, one of my friends had a cat named Mozart. He and his bother were movie buffs and loved the movie Amadeus. They learned that one of his past times was to shoot stray cats with arrows in the streets of Vienna from his apartment. So they named the cat in honor of that.

Catastrophists credence The Apocalypse of St. Felix of Catmos, which reports the genus Myers descends from squid- feline miscegenation in the bilge of the Ark after it ran aground on Mt. Aracat.

Ratastrophists ,on the other hand, think Myers’s and squid have a common ancestor in the now giant ratite of Sumatra, which swam across the Wallace line after devouring all the cats and hobbits on Flores.

I for one am really enjoying teh kitteh pictures.
I think that cats are the perfect Atheists. They seem to understand that this one life is all they get (I don’t think that they believe all that nine lives thing). They enjoy their lives every single day.

Apart from being written by a monk I would have thought you would find Pangur Ban agreeable.
I and Pangur Ban my cat,
Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.

Better far than praise of men
Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill will,
He too plies his simple skill.

Tis a merry thing to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.

Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur’s way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.

‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.

When a mouse darts from its den
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!

So in peace our tasks we ply,
Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.

Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.

How can you be sure that cat’s name is PeeZee Meowers and not PeeZed Meowers, huh?

I’ll betcha a single TimBit™ that the letter “z” is pronounced something like “tsed” in Swedish.

#14 janine says:

In college, one of my friends had a cat named Mozart. He and his bother were movie buffs and loved the movie Amadeus. They learned that one of his past times was to shoot stray cats with arrows in the streets of Vienna from his apartment. So they named the cat in honor of that.

That just shows you the fine disregard that Hollywood has for those quaint concepts “truth” and “facts”. It was actually Brahms, about a century after Mozert, who shot rooftop cats – with, iirc, a rifle – but I may be wrong about his choice of weapon. Mozart as a child is recorded as jumping down from the harpsichord and running to play with a cat that had strolled into the room.

Brahms himself was (again iirc) actually a cat lover and was shooting rooftop cats because he knew they were strays destined for a short, unhappy life. He preferred to bring them to a quick end instead of a slow painful one.

Don’t depend on movies for your factual knowledge.

And don’t depend on blog commenters, either. I think I’ve got the facts right, but reserve, as always, the right to be spectacularly misinformed.

Well, we could combine the cats and controversy and have Kitteh Gate™ !
Dogs expect to be treated with a paternalistic attitude, whereas cats want to use your house to sleep in, your couch to scratch on and you to open cans of food and change the litter box. It’s not so much a partnership as it is a symbiosis.
Point of Controversy: I like cats, therefore I must de facto hate dogs. There is no possible middle ground, you’re either a full on cattist or a complete bugnutty dog rights activist. but what about teh puppeiz ? There. I’ve gone and hurt my fee-fees. somebody bake me a cupcake. Preferably without a porcupine in it.

I’m guessing they rejected Wolfgang for obvious reasons.
When I was in college, no cats were allowed in the little 5-room apartment building where we lived. So we made do with the 4-5 neighbor cats that routinely hung out with us; they all had dumb hippie names like “Jasmine,” so we gave them all new ones taken from the British sitcom The Young Ones. These included Special Patrol, Bastard Squad, Lord Snot, and Felicity Kendall’s Underwear.
We were considered strange, too.Killed By Fish

First; the bit about Mozart shooting cats was not in the movie. They happened to both like the movie and the music of Mozart. They claimed that they that bit out when they did some research on him. (Pre Wikipedia.)

Second; I did not say a word about the story being factual. I do not know. All I said is that was the reason they gave for naming the cat.

DLC @29
Being a cat lover does not necessarily mean hating dogs.
We live with two cats, and we both adore them. Recently, I was lucky enough to acquire a German Shepherd service dog to help me to get around. He has quickly become just as adored in this household as the kitties. My husband’s cat is still not too friendly with him, but my cat has become buddies with him – lots of mutual grooming going on.
See, cats and dogs CAN get along!