I WANT TO GO TO THERE.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
The Cat Inside
I read this book this weekend, by William S. Burroughs (The Cat Inside). Sanks insists that it is anti-dog, but I think that's just because no one is ever pro-cat! It strikes him as strange. I think it's because of quotes like the one below, but to me, he's not a dog hater. He's just been influenced by the cat-hating practices of many dog lovers.
An English cat hater of the upper classes confided to me that he had trained a dog to break a cat's back with one shake. And I remember he caught sight of a cat at a party and snarled out through the long yellow horse teeth that crowded out his mouth, "Nasty stinking little beast!" I was impressed by his class at the time and knew nothing of cats. Now I would get up from my chair and say, "Pawdon me, old thing, if I toddle along, but there's a nasty stinking big beast here."
That is a bit harsh, I guess. But listen to this:
Purring in his sleep, Fletch stretches out his little black paws to touch my hands, the claws withdrawn, just a gentle touch to assure him that I am there beside him as he sleeps. He must have a dream image of me. Cats are said to be colorblind: grainy black-and-white, a flickering silver film full of rents as I leave the room, come back, go out, pick him up, put him down. Who could harm such a creature? Train his dog to kill him! Cat hate reflects an ugly, stupid, loutish, bigoted spirit. There can be no compromise with this Ugly Spirit.
Yes, please.
An English cat hater of the upper classes confided to me that he had trained a dog to break a cat's back with one shake. And I remember he caught sight of a cat at a party and snarled out through the long yellow horse teeth that crowded out his mouth, "Nasty stinking little beast!" I was impressed by his class at the time and knew nothing of cats. Now I would get up from my chair and say, "Pawdon me, old thing, if I toddle along, but there's a nasty stinking big beast here."
That is a bit harsh, I guess. But listen to this:
Purring in his sleep, Fletch stretches out his little black paws to touch my hands, the claws withdrawn, just a gentle touch to assure him that I am there beside him as he sleeps. He must have a dream image of me. Cats are said to be colorblind: grainy black-and-white, a flickering silver film full of rents as I leave the room, come back, go out, pick him up, put him down. Who could harm such a creature? Train his dog to kill him! Cat hate reflects an ugly, stupid, loutish, bigoted spirit. There can be no compromise with this Ugly Spirit.
Yes, please.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Gimme Shelter
You might be a crazy cat lady if...
And for your information, only ONE of those Oscar videos made me tear up, thank-you-very-much!
And for your information, only ONE of those Oscar videos made me tear up, thank-you-very-much!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Catios!
The luckiest cats in the world!
‘Catio’ Enclosures Protect Cats Outside
New Yorkers who would never let their cats roam free outside have created special outdoor spaces at home.
You will want to see this slideshow! Someday, Sam and Max... Someday.
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