There's a song by Kevin Bloody Wilson called "That fucking cat's back". It's the story of a drunken man who keeps kicking an annoying cat that seems to keep returning. I'm sure it's a drunken hallucination, but there's a point to all of this.
There's a strange black cat that hangs around my house. I say "strange" because I've watched this cat sit in the parking lot of my home and talk. His meow (which I've tweeted about) sounds oddly like a small child saying "hello" over and over.
Anyway, I must remind you of the makeshift cat door I made for my cat, Bey. It's heavy black velvet like stage curtain type material. I have it draped like a curtain on a small rod on an unexpanded side of my bedroom window's air conditioner. I remember once they were both outside on the fire escape outside said air-conditioner and I remember his creepy beady yellow eyes staring in at me as I pulled back the curtain to see him staring in at me after Bey came in, holding a moment before vanishing off into the foliage.
Now, lately I come home and ALL Mr. Finiky's food is gone. The plate is licked clean and he's ravenous when I get home to feed him. Now I know why. Last night...we were....INVADED!
I watched at 3 different times as that little black bastard walked in, made his way into my kitchen and started NOMing Bey's wet food. I chased him out with a lightsaber, but he did this TWO MORE TIMES! I chased him once that he dropped the food out of his mouth onto my bed! The last time I went to get a camera to take a pic and he vanished...
I have no idea where this is going. All I know is I come home and Bey's food is gone and there's a swishing black tail flying into and out of my home.
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Not only is the Narrator Peter (Optimus Prime) Cullen
but the story is quick, funny and in the format of a horror movie trailer.
I'm sorry... I'm too much of a Z fan to not post this.
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It was just Thurday morning...naught but two days ago. I was rushing as to not be late for work. The usual bustle...brushing the teeth, combing the hair, searching for keys, rushing to get the clothes on, collecting the bagged lunch... Only before I could put my clothes on, I came rushing in the room and stepped on something in my stockinged feet. It squeaked so I thought it was a cat toy. Only thing is, Bey doesn't own any cat toys that squeak.
What it was was the expelling air from the lungs a small bird that that crazy cat had brought me as a gift. Not only was there a small dead bird, there were TWO small dead birds (possibly wrens or sparrows about the size of field mice)he had brought in and I hadn't noticed them nor when he brought them in. He just left them by my bedroom threshold next to my dresser. I never saw them beforehand. I just stared down at them in wonder.
I wondered where they came from? How he got TWO? (I mean, did he win Kitty Lotto?). When did he put them there? While I was sleeping? Why were there no feathers or signs of a struggle, let alone forced entry? Why did he put them at THAT specific spot that far into or rather almost OUT of the room? The black "ring" on the floor is a small sized (diamater of a U.S. Quarter dollar) pony tail holder. That will give you scale.
Oh! and before you say anything, YES, I hadn't vacuumed yet. Bey doesn't wait for me to clean the house before he sullies it with bird carcass.
I guess that's cat for twitter tweeting.
Obsecrated by Darkstar at 08:29 PM
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The other day I was kindly taken out to dinner with an old friend who needed an ear. I drove to Manhattan and got stuck with her in a bad spot of traffic in midtown. I was in trapped between 2 busses, slightly across the crosswalk and the gridlock was horrid. After more than 3 traffic lights the air was charged with frustration. When the bus ahead of me moved forward, I stayed where I was as to not continue the gridlock. When there was a slight break at the next light I watched drivers in desperation almost mow down crossing pedestrians to try to move through the light. One driver almost did, and as the elderly man he almost hit walked passed him, they had words. Then it heated up. Here appeared to be the first of this social travesty.
The old man threw his hand in the car and sort of slapped his shoulder. This caused the driver, a middle aged Italian-American man, to succumb to road rage and get out of his car. They argued for a few seconds and then the driver threw the old man to the ground. People were shocked as they watched. Some bystanders got involved but still... To knock down and old man and then tell the old man he's get locked up if he continued was outrageous. I was too shocked to get my phone camera going which I should have sensed was a prudent plan. It would have made a classic youtube moment.
In the end... It's shit like that that makes me say ; "I LOVE NEW YORK!"
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This post was originally drafted 3/27/9 but was never published because when it was scheduled to publish, life happened and it all seemed so...frivolous at he time.
My brother and I have differing tastes in women. He prefers them tan, possibly blonde and angular. Mostly Italian or Greek types. Sort of the Mediterranean look. He ribs me that I prefer mine to be "pastey faced white girls with red or dark lipstick and square heads". I guess I like the European/Scandanavian types. Basically the gothy types. Then I saw The Watchmen and this has stuck in my mind ever since:
Yea.. That's tasty.
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