Sunday, July 30, 2006

TV Cat

I don't know why this didn't occur to me before, but here's a little poem that I've always loved about one of the most confused felines in the futuristory of television--Spot, Data's cat on Star Trek: The Next Generation:

Data's cat Spot

An Ode to Spot

Felis Cattus, is your taxonomic nomenclature,
an endothermic quadruped carnivorous by nature?
Your visual, olfactory and auditory senses
contribute to your hunting skills, and natural defenses.

I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
a singular development of cat communications
that obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
for a rhythmic stroking of your fur, to demonstrate affection.

A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
you would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aide in locomotion,
it often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.

O Spot, the complex levels of behaviour you display
connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.

For those of you who don't know, Spot was a male for most of his life, and then all of a sudden, in the final season of the show, Spot got knocked up. I find it really quite amusing.

And more amusing would have been a regular mix of cats on TV for your viewing pleasure. Ah well. Maybe next year.


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