pangur from pangur and grim and mr j from mister j are two ends of some sort of spectrum of catness. mister j is just an ordinary guy with a blog, probably has a pretty mundane office job. even if youve never seen him, youve probably unintentionally imagined him once or twice thinking about cats because he fits the bill nicely. an upstanding but rather ordinary gentleman, rather like the international prototype kilogram if the bureau of weights and measures had any desire to catalogue what a cat is. pangur reminds me of the surface of mars. strange and beautiful in a way that’s not very easy to grasp. certainly suggestive of catlike qualities in her own way, but i struggle to place quite which ones. i think its her longness. every cat on earth can be placed somewhere between the two.
