I'm not a particularly religious or superstitious person. But our cat is.
Seen here in one his Kirlian-Photography-Proof boxes, poorbabywassamattah (the only human vocal sound I can make that he consistently responds to) pops his head up in response to my picturing in my mind the act of giving him a particularly good scritch.
He was given some mundane name for the sake of the vet's office, but the fact is that his real name is utterly unpronouncable in human language. Besides, he's basically pissed that he's a cat, this time around. So I give him succor from time to time. He's fond of deep scritches on the back of the neck (where his mother used to pick him up when he was a kitten).I don't think he was a member of the Knights Templar, however. That is, after all, what Friday the 13th is all about these days, ever since the publication of The DaVinci Code. (Since I banged in today, waxing verbose and digressing is all too easy... now that I've got a three day weekend to ponder this sort of stuff.)
Maybe Friday the 13th has turned into a sort of "9-11" for the middle ages, thanks to Dan Brown. Things did take a lot longer to unfold in those days of yore, though, I suppose. The Wholly Roman Theocracy was allegedly very busy committing genocide in the south of France for a couple of centuries before getting around to the Templars.
And then there's the Templars themselves... what the heck were those guys doing behind those shields? Was it really just homophobia vs. homoerotica?Or is somebody just making all of this up?
Personally, I think a good shot of objective reality would probably help right about now, but it can't be done on the internet.
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