Mummified cats, dogs, monkeys and even crocodiles -- lovingly preserved in the same way as the pharaohs -- will be on display later this month in the Egyptian Museum in Cairo.
Egyptian antiquities chief Zahi Hawass told Reuters Television that ancient Egyptians were not only pet lovers who wanted to preserve animals for life after death, but also held some animal forms as sacred.
"The ancient Egyptians worshipped the god Thoth, the god of wisdom, in the shape of a monkey," he said late on Sunday.
A mummified pet would either be placed in its owner's coffin or buried in its own casket. The exhibition includes a bandaged gazelle displayed in a limestone casket shaped to the animal's form. Egyptian Museum Director-General Mahmoud el-Damati said the mummified animals to go on show date from between 1600 BC to 200 AD.
The Shining is my favorite movie
God, I'd give anything for a drink. I'd give my god-damned soul for just a glass of beer!
Jack: Hi, Lloyd. A little slow tonight, isn't it? (Jack emanates a belly laugh)
Lloyd: Yes it is, Mr. Torrance. What'll it be?
Jack: I'm awfully glad you asked me that, Lloyd. Because I just happen to have two twenties and two tens right here in my wallet. I was afraid they were gonna be there until next April. So here's what. You slip me a bottle of bourbon, a little glass, and some ice. You can do that, can't you Lloyd? You're not too busy, are ya?
Lloyd: No sir, I'm not busy at all.
Jack: Good man. You set 'em up and I'll knock 'em back, Lloyd, one by one. White man's burden, Lloyd, white man's burden. (Jack opens his wallet and finds it empty) Say Lloyd, it seems I'm temporarily light. How's my credit in this joint, anyway?
Lloyd: Your credit's fine, Mr. Torrance.
Jack: That's swell. I like ya, Lloyd. I always liked ya. You were always the best of 'em. Best god-damn bartender from Timbuktu to Portland, Maine - or Portland, Oregon for that matter.
Lloyd: Thank you for saying so.
Jack: Here's to five miserable months on the wagon and all the irreparable harm that it's caused me.
Lloyd: How are things going, Mr. Torrance?
Jack: Things could be better, Lloyd. Things could be a whole lot better.
Lloyd: I hope it's nothing serious.
Jack: No. (He taps the bar for a second drink) Nothing serious. Just a little problem with the, uh, ol' sperm bank upstairs. Nothing I can't handle, though Lloyd, thanks. Lloyd: Women. Can't live with 'em. Can't live without 'em. Jack: Words of wisdom, Lloyd. Words of wisdom. I never laid a hand on him, god-damn it. I didn't. I wouldn't touch one hair on his god-damned little head. I love the little son-of-a-bitch. I'd do anything for him. Any f--kin' thing for him. That bitch! As long as I live, she'll never let me forget what happened. I did hurt him once, OK? But it was an accident, completely unintentional. Could have happened to anybody. And it was three god-damned years ago. The little f--ker had thrown all my papers all over the floor.
All I tried to do was pull him up -
a momentary loss of muscular coordination. (one of my favorite lines) A few extra foot-pounds of energy per second, per second.
X42 could use one of these mummified pets. Wouldn't have to worry about it dying because it ran into traffic like his other dogs.
please do not PETA find out about this, they will protest the spirits of the animals are being mis-treated.
