Dear Lord. .must get this book. . thanks Eric! (so glad you revealed the 3rd names of your little critters. .what class!)
The dude was T. S. Eliot, whose Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats became the Broadway musical CATS. It’s a fabulous book and by far the most accessible work of Mr. Eliot. A cat must have three different names, he suggests, the last known only to him. If The Waste Land is a little too much for you, with lines in five or six different languages, then you may discover your poet in Eliot with Old Possum.
He is slightly miffed, at the extended posing session — though his facial expression has that look. A little like a dolphin is smiling all the time. So I posted another photo where the picture was more candid…above…
She looks a little pissed off right there… a don’t fuck with the pussy? Beautiful cat. Mine’s black, with black all over. And more black, even though she’s kiddo.
I love cats, when they can stomach “Vegicat”, if not, they’re not my cats. Yes, I’m a cruel Vegan motherfucker! (If only more folk could stomach not eating meat, hell, this globe might actually be pretty tight?!)
’til then,.. (I Love my rat killing cat!) (Pleasant presents.) (“I prefer them whole, without the guts hanging out!!, but, I’ll take ’em however they come!”) Love the Puss who kicks it in there own capacity, kick-ass cats!
Love, and cool pic’s.
He absolutely loved you Eric! Thanks for taking such good care of him, I know he was loving all the extra attention, as he is soooo social. 🙂
Who was that dude?
A powerful great dude once wrote that every cat has three names. One common (and/or commonly known). The second fanciful (perhaps a stage name would fall in this category) and a third that only a cat can know, forever outside of human knowledge, a secret feline mantra.
Artemis was an overnight guest last night, en route from Boston to Wisconsin with his guardian Yasmine. From his appearance and pure breed, one would be inclined to think he’s going to be standoffish, but he landed on my kitchen floor, made friends instantly with me and Beth (who was here doing a Cosmic Confidential project), and started exploring my apartment, drinking from teacups, playing floor hockey with crumpled bits of paper and digging dust mice from under the fridge. You know, just like a kitten. Six pounds of love and a lot of fur besides…
Dear Lord. .must get this book. . thanks Eric! (so glad you revealed the 3rd names of your little critters. .what class!)
The dude was T. S. Eliot, whose Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats became the Broadway musical CATS. It’s a fabulous book and by far the most accessible work of Mr. Eliot. A cat must have three different names, he suggests, the last known only to him. If The Waste Land is a little too much for you, with lines in five or six different languages, then you may discover your poet in Eliot with Old Possum.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_Possum%27s_Book_of_Practical_Cats
These are contemporary with his last poetic work, Four Quartets
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_Quartets
Back when, my two kitties were named on Eliot’s theory, though eventually I did reveal their last names:
William Pen Rumpleteaser Wildcat
and his sister
Ling Ling Rococo St. Francis
http://planetwavesweekly.com/dadatemp/1441949227-a.html
He is slightly miffed, at the extended posing session — though his facial expression has that look. A little like a dolphin is smiling all the time. So I posted another photo where the picture was more candid…above…
She looks a little pissed off right there… a don’t fuck with the pussy? Beautiful cat. Mine’s black, with black all over. And more black, even though she’s kiddo.
I love cats, when they can stomach “Vegicat”, if not, they’re not my cats. Yes, I’m a cruel Vegan motherfucker! (If only more folk could stomach not eating meat, hell, this globe might actually be pretty tight?!)
’til then,.. (I Love my rat killing cat!) (Pleasant presents.) (“I prefer them whole, without the guts hanging out!!, but, I’ll take ’em however they come!”) Love the Puss who kicks it in there own capacity, kick-ass cats!
Love, and cool pic’s.
He absolutely loved you Eric! Thanks for taking such good care of him, I know he was loving all the extra attention, as he is soooo social. 🙂
Who was that dude?
A powerful great dude once wrote that every cat has three names. One common (and/or commonly known). The second fanciful (perhaps a stage name would fall in this category) and a third that only a cat can know, forever outside of human knowledge, a secret feline mantra.
Artemis was an overnight guest last night, en route from Boston to Wisconsin with his guardian Yasmine. From his appearance and pure breed, one would be inclined to think he’s going to be standoffish, but he landed on my kitchen floor, made friends instantly with me and Beth (who was here doing a Cosmic Confidential project), and started exploring my apartment, drinking from teacups, playing floor hockey with crumpled bits of paper and digging dust mice from under the fridge. You know, just like a kitten. Six pounds of love and a lot of fur besides…
Thanks Eric,
She’s beautiful and I love her.