August 7, 2009
My Cat Is an Animal Artist
The arrangement is hers, as was the killing and eating.
If I win the lottery, I will set up a combination animal sanctuary/artists’ colony. I will subsidize animals working in visual media, mixed media, performance — you name it.
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May I help you read the applications?
Cindy, you are my number-one choice for board member.
For some reason all I can think about when I look at this image is: “The Secret of NIMH”
Sheila, what is that . . . item . . . on the right?
It is an unpalatable organ.
Now if it were a pig – as far as I can tell there are no unpalatable organs.
I take it this was not a pig?
Rodent.
FYI, my kittens brought down a fly yesterday. They left it, whole, in front of the couch for me.
They have a lot to learn about style.
Oh, but they’re little killers, India. And you’ve got to love them for that.
A friend’s cat specialized in song birds. She, the friend, was horrified by this trait. They would take the two cats from NYC to a family beach house in Long Beach Island and the young male cat would immediately go on the hunt. He was absolutely murderous, the most focused predator I’ve seen (thank goodness).
The friend one night dreamed that a flood had surrounded the house. She woke and told her husband frantically to look for the male cat, that she dreamed he was lost in the flood. He found the male outside, dead. They didn’t know what happened to him. The vet said it looked like his heart just gave out. Or something. Maybe he encountered evil in the night.
Scaring myself now.
Cece, that is one hell of a story.
Oh, Cece.
She was spooky. Her husband insisted she was descended from the Jersey Devil via ancestors via the same alleged last name. So who would insist we go look for said Devil, me of course. We never found him (I don’t think anyway), but I do love the Pine Barrens to this day.
Cece, you’re a spooky little girl.
Oh Cece, that’s a scary story. Another scary story would be: Cat in Arkansas drags in an Ivory-Billed Woodpecker.
I am finally facing up to the spooky. And it feels okay.
Said to me just last week: “Really? I’m surprised. Of all the people I’ve known, you seem most likely to have seen a ghost.”
According to the book I am reading, it is not as unusual as we think. And if you see one, you are much more likely to see another.
What book is that, Cece?
India: “The Spiritual Anatomy of Emotion” by Michael A. Jawer with Marc S. Micozzi, M.D., Ph.D.
Think I’m spooky? How about these gems:
“Passengers and crew on Eastern Airlines’ L-1011 fleet of jets during 1973 and 1974 see, hear, and speak to solid looking apparitions of two crew members, Captain Bob Loft and Second Officer Don Repo, who died soon after Eastern Flight 401 crashed into the Florida Everglades. The reports cease in mid-1974, when the airline removes all salvaged parts of Flight 401 that had been installed in sister ships of its L-1011 fleet.”
It covers the whole gamut including the odd things animals do. Shelia talked about false cats. The book cites a husband and wife who each saw a medium-sized house cat in their new home racing around. It would dart into rooms, sit by the refrigerator, then vanish. A mother and daughter were having dinner and became aware of a large white cat under the table. They stood up and pulled back a chair and the cat walked out and down a hallway, stopped, looked at the women and dematerialized. A year later the same white cat appeared when they were visiting a relative. It walked in front of them and then dissolved from view.
One man woke from a nightmare about drowning, then had a second dream involving his dog, who was lying in water. The dog’s body was later found, having been hit by a train while on a bridge that crossed over water. Like my friend’s dream.
The book also talks about people known for walking into rooms and electrical things malfunction. These people can’t wear quartz watches because they always stop. Ahem. Well, the electrical things don’t seem to malfunction anymore, at least. Most of the time.
Cece.
Signs and wonders.
It was a dark and stormy night, Shelia.
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