Oh, Vile Boris nothing...they're all a herd of beasts. But this is like
"Man Bites Dog."
> SAD SEEN
>
>"Think of it as
> a Situationist
> Manifestation,"
>
>he said,
>
> puking up
> all over the cat.
>
>
>RH
>
_Welcome to a New Day_
Only one excuse for Casper--he belonged to the S.O.
forever, a neurotic animal, cowers at/attacks the dog,
nothing predictable.
"Not MY cat": no, I have Catzilla and The Bitch,
pieces of work themselves.
When Casper lived with me for awhile
I called him Radar O'Pussy because whenever
he'd cower between the toilet and the bathtub,
a storm was coming even if you couldn't sense it yet.
Nowadays we get in bed and set our watches:
in two minutes Casper will upchuck in the kitchen floor,
_take heed of stepping in me or else
remember I forbade it thee._
And most mornings we wake to find
the chunks of kitty-innards at some pathway point
to the bathroom.
If we're lucky the dog gets to them before
one of us has to.
He has a catholic palate.
Why is this animal loveable all the same?
A convenient twist: because he's nuts
and fits right in.
Ken/6-29-05
--
Kenneth Wolman
Proposal Development Department
Room SW334
Sarnoff Corporation
609-734-2538
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