Correct would have been: Danke für dein Willkommen.
You were wrong with this, but absolutely right with your deduction that there are no cats. And there have never been. Cats are an invention of Egyptian priests.
Strange things were happening in the land of the pharaohs. The adversary of the light divine powers bears the name "77Donkey", he opposes the sunrise. The donkey is there the beast of burden that carries the darkness, executor of Seth. The hieroglyph for "donkey" was depicted with a knife stuck between the shoulders.
Of course there is also the sun donkey. He is nicknamed "Pseudopharaoh". The stele of the sun donkey always shows him with two knives in his hands: Symbol for the "either-or logic", the judgemental intellect, the analytical mind, that undisputed authority of our time in so-called scientific thought and in the triumphant creation of the final divider, the atomic bomb.
His name among the ancient Greeks was Diabolos: the divider, the cutter in two. The part of people that always take themselves very seriously, especially when they're playing the wrong pharaoh. He always sees things as problems and immediately dissects and analyses them. Thus he separated matter and spirit, God and man, body and soul, birth and death, the one and the many.
But the real Pharaoh is the seeker after the whole, the self. His name is: "miracles of reflection to the total cosonance of everything in everything." Because the first step towards self-knowledge is recognizing your own body in the mirror. There is an impressive and beautiful ancient Egyptian text:
"I absorb the joy of your self-awareness in my body.
I give you the joy of it all in exchange for my mirror.
Be a mirror for RE,
and RE, the whole,
will be your mirror."
The text ends:
"On the balcony of the Epiphany, the pharaoh, representing the perfect mirrored wholeness, lights up the streets leading into the night."
[Note: This text comes from the Egyptian Books of the Dead. (Evelyn Rossiter, p.82/83) The stele is called: Weighing the heart.]
