That Tony Blair should wait until the dying days of his premiership before grasping the nettle of nuclear expansion has proved dangerously neglectful.

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[…]he that day Did execution on the heathen foe, Worthy of fame, for with one dexterous slash He twains Carrillo, then a reredemain Lops off an arm of Roco, Indian fierce and brave.

The ailuromorphic gods are long forgotten, but the cat's resilience still inspires fascination, which is why the myth of the cat's nine lives has endured for so long.