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For some reason, I think that this is a very Balkans-looking cat. I'm not sure what it is about this cat that makes me think "Balkans", but maybe it's the knowing grin and slightly world weary eyes. Contrary to such features however, the cat is in fact a la de da Battery Point cat! A resident of South Street, no less.

I mentioned a month or so back how I'd discovered that nifty Facebook "Top Five" application, and how I was running off top fives or all manner of things. I thought that I'd share two that I created yesterday:
Five people that Henry reminds me of:
  • Cary Grant
  • Maximilien Robespierre
  • Catherine The Great
  • Robert E. Lee
  • Idi Amin

Five people that Ezra reminds me of:
  • Frederick the Great
  • Mohandas Ghandi
  • Alexander Hamilton
  • Joan of Arc
  • James Hird.

So, no pressure on the lads then! I will note that Henry brings to mind Idi's more positive traits - force of will, determination, grit and so on - rather than his [ahem] more psychotic extravagances...

Do they remind you of anyone?

Comments

USelaine said…
They just remind me of Jen and Kris.
kylie said…
theres an award for you at my place
Roddy said…
I first thought it was Fox making a comeback.
KL said…
Uh! difficult question...have to think a lot...:-D.

Oh! I can see your all those top 5 things in facebook every time I log into my account!!! I was going to leave comments there that you are in love with FB :-D
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, the poor bastards!
Kris McCracken said…
Kylie, should I do a Paltrow?
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, Jen has rapidly forgotten him...
Kris McCracken said…
KL, Facebook allows me to have a few shot breaks through the day at work.
DineometerDeb said…
Actually, that is what I pictured a Tazmanian cat to look like ; )
Kris McCracken said…
Deb, a ginger is an outcast here in Tasmania.

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