Well, this is something. Mama and papa went to an exhibit here in Rome centered around Cleopatra, and they mentioned that there was a large, beautifully preserved kitty that had been mummified in order to pass into eternity easily. The kitty is believed to be a favorite pet of one of the rulers of that time but it is uncertain just who adored this kitty.
Now I am all for helping kitties get into Kitty Paradise or wherever they go, but since we have nine lives anyway, it seems to me that we could choose our various paths to heaven or reach nirvana or segue into any afterworld we choose and if one doesn’t work out, then we can choose another.
They said that the kitty was very beautifully preserved but that the show really did not have many representations of the famous queen herself. There were films throughout the exhibit, one of which was “Cleopatra in Hollywood” with scenes from the various movies made about this infamous queen. I happen to know that she always had her kitties near her and valued them as mama and papa value me, giving them little special tidbits and petting them all the time—in short, spoiling them rotten.
I love that kitties were so important and even if they did have to share their mummification along with doggies, mongooses (mongeese? mongeeses?) monkeys, gazelles and various birds, the kitties came first, I’m sure. You don’t see a lot of sphinx (sphinxes?), for example, with DOGGY feet, or MONGOOSE feet, now do you?
So I figure I belong to an ancient culture and that the blood of Cleo’s kitties runs in veins (I almost wrote “funs” in my veins, which is probably more accurate, mistake or not), because those kitties had a pretty snazzy life, what with servants everywhere and adoration from visitors like Caesar and Anthony and who knows how many more admirers of that amazing lady.
So I guess you could say that Egyptian afterlife for kitties is a barrel of monkeys, haha!
Hey, am I Egyptian, or what? Just get me a necklace…
