Have you ever seen that painting of a melting watch by Salvador Dalí? That’s what Pernod looks like these days. He is feeling hot and his face tells you so. 366 more words
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My name is Speeky. My friend Judith has a family. Her family has
a cat. This is not unusual as you may know. Except that the cat’s name… 438 more words
We had a minor cat drama last night. At 11.30pm youngest daughter comes down to our room to tell us that the Little Cat, known as Nina to some, Ploddy to others, and Mongolita to one unkind brute, has jumped out through the roof window and is fighting with Otto the big unloved Turkish Van cat. 437 more words
… you desperately stare at the small red dot, knowing you will never have an opportunity to retrieve it, to murder it, to consume it, and it comes and goes, and you hope, you have a way of falling into stagnation when you look too closely, but generally are able to distract yourself with some other toy, but nothing is better than knowing it is out there, that unknown, because what good would it do to find it, to attain it, for it to fall into your paws, the wrong paws, and you reach out, grab it, and like that elusive fly, there is nothing in your paw, and you wonder how you got to this particular room, you can only go back so far before you find gaps, and still you wonder, what is in that empty space?