These last twenty something days have been interesting, to say the least. I did one entry around the nineth - the one year anniversary of my grandmother's death. It may never see the cyberlight of the web, though. It turned into one of those purging entries where a lot of things were let go. I still shake my head over the whole thing, I wonder if the Great Uprising (on my part, not my grandmother's...although that would have been a lot of fun too) is still mentioned around town?
I missed my trip to the Frist today. I was supposed to go with the art department to see the latest exhibit...and I completely forgot about it. It never entered my mind until Dr. Farris (my astronomy instructor) said, "Weren't you supposed to be on some art related thing today?"
Damn. I hope I don't have to pay back the admission fee.
I found a great website with surrealist journal prompts...except I forgot to bookmark it. Luckily, I still have some of them:
- "What am I, chopped liver?"
- "How did Ibid find all the time to write all those pieces while I can barely find time to do a two page essay?"
- "What will you do when after years of service and subjegation, the robots finally decide to attack...and they will? Ok what will you do when the gerbils finally decide to overthrow their human overlords? Finally what will you do during the great toaster uprising of '09?"
A gerbil uprising? I have no worries on that score. The newly reformed Sea of Felinity would have a field day with all the lovely organic, free-range cat food.
Speaking of felinity...
Mei-Mei is becoming quite the little drama queen. I walked out the other night to feed everyone, only to hear a pitiful meowing coming down from a stack of wood I have drying on the porch, up near the ceiling. Several of the cats have gotten up there, only to forget how they did it but Mei-Mei is trying to make an artform out of being The Helpless Damsel in Distress. She had the act of being convinced she would never set her paws on earth again down to a T - I think she has an Oscar in her sights.
I spent over an hour trying to talk her down. It almost worked - twice - before she scrambled back up to safety again of the woodpile. I finally got the ladder out to bring her down .
When she saw what I was doing, that little turkey started rolling around and purring as hard as she could. It was as if she were thinking, "I'M SAVED!!! MY WHITE KNIGHT HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!!! I'M GOING TO LIVE!!! LIVE, I TELL YOU - LIVE!!!" Of course, at the same time, she looked at me as if she expected me to play my part, which included picking her up and soothing her oh-so-frayed and frightened nerves.
It didn't work. My attitude was pretty much, "Yeah, yeah. Come on down if you're coming or else you're on your own."
...and people say animals only go on instinct. I don't know about many animals but after having cats most of my life, I can say with authority that yes, sometimes you can almost see the smoke caused by all those gears spinning as they plot something. Just like you can look at a person and know when something's up, the same can be said of a cat. There's no doubt about it.
...or maybe it's just my own warped, evil-in-a-Tim-Burtom-kind-of-way felines.
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