Cloned At Birth? Not Stephen Colbert And My Cat

Stephen Colbert     Sphynx cat named Orpheus
In efforts to clear up any confusion that may or may not have been caused by my previous post, I hereby announce that despite numerous twin-ship similarities, Mr. Stephen Colbert and my hairless Sphynx cat are not, in fact, clones. Neither are they conjoined Siamese cat brothers.

Although differences are subtle, here is how my cat is unlike Mr. Stephen Colbert:
  • Poops in litterbox and, in summertime, on basement floor
  • Political party: Independent, and doesn’t vote
  • Father of more than 100, prior to having his vintage capped
  • Refuses speaking engagements
  • Total fingers and toes: 18
  • Uneducated and unemployed lay-about, survives on handouts
  • Clothing-optional lifestyle
  • English not his first language
  • Bald, except where it counts (nose, betwixt toes)
  • Daily tongue bath leaves little time or inkling to leave home
  • That flag shredding incident
  • Enjoys chasing tail (his own)
  • Fear of bald eagles, although eaglets are delicious
Stephen’s handlers may have more differences to add (or refute) but they have been curiously silent on the matter.

Image of Mr. Colbert (he's the one wearing glasses) from ComedyCentral. Photos not to scale.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Oh it's the old "nature/nurture" debate. You may think that they're slightly different social standing points to a difference in genetics, but really it may all be from environmental factors. Twin separated at birth.
October 16, 2009
P.L. Frederick said…
Yes, I could see that, SpeechMom. Tee hee! Just something as subtle as a can of tuna fish versus a can of "pet-quality" tuna fish could be the difference between having a hit cable news show and sleeping 22 hours a day.
October 16, 2009
Anonymous said…
Hey, Why am I speechmom? I should be MicheleinMichigan. Now I'm having an identity crisis.
October 17, 2009
Anonymous said…
That is my problem, to much "pet quality" tuna fish.

Sure, the diet and the fact that only one of their mothers routinely pinned them down and licked them about the face and ears.

Colbert was hilarious Thursday. That Stephen Colbert...
October 17, 2009
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