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family, and a rumination on cats
Sep. 7th, 2009 04:37 pmHappy Labor Day!
Today is also my mum's birthday, and so my family drove up around 1 for a late lunch. They came to my house and cooed over the kitties, then we went to the CPK on the corner. Man, their Waldorf salad is so good. We walked back to my apartment and daddy fell asleep on the couch, so I got out a kitty toy and let my brother wear the kittens out. He had a little too much fun making them really dizzy, though, and I felt bad -- a little. Now they're sacked out on the kitchen chairs, though, twitching and dreaming and enjoying the breeze. Maybe they won't be so worked up at bedtime tonight?
Even my daddy liked playing with the kittens. It was pretty sweet.
My daddy also liked this weekend's cheese bread (Havarti, Dubliner, Asiago, this time with rosemary instead of oregano and tons less salt)-- snuck an extra piece -- which was very gratifying.
Mum says that Ducky doesn't look like Gink, even though he's little and all-black, just like Gink was. And I'm a little worried that I don't remember vividly what Gink looked like, aside from the two of three pictures we have of him. He was black and small, and when he sat in the sun you could see that he had tabby stripes, like most "black" cats do. And I get the sense that his face was not like Ducky's, but I'm not sure how. I do think, though, that Gink was probably my archetypal "cat" -- the shape of his face has probably determined what I think is an attractive cat face, his body has probably determined what I think of as attractive cat proportions, that sort of thing. So maybe, Gink is my brain's Handsome Cat.
Next time I'm at home, I'm going to find pictures of Gink, bring them back to my flat, and scan them. He was a sweet cat -- not very affectionate, but he defended me from opossums, and I loved him.
Today is also my mum's birthday, and so my family drove up around 1 for a late lunch. They came to my house and cooed over the kitties, then we went to the CPK on the corner. Man, their Waldorf salad is so good. We walked back to my apartment and daddy fell asleep on the couch, so I got out a kitty toy and let my brother wear the kittens out. He had a little too much fun making them really dizzy, though, and I felt bad -- a little. Now they're sacked out on the kitchen chairs, though, twitching and dreaming and enjoying the breeze. Maybe they won't be so worked up at bedtime tonight?
Even my daddy liked playing with the kittens. It was pretty sweet.
My daddy also liked this weekend's cheese bread (Havarti, Dubliner, Asiago, this time with rosemary instead of oregano and tons less salt)-- snuck an extra piece -- which was very gratifying.
Mum says that Ducky doesn't look like Gink, even though he's little and all-black, just like Gink was. And I'm a little worried that I don't remember vividly what Gink looked like, aside from the two of three pictures we have of him. He was black and small, and when he sat in the sun you could see that he had tabby stripes, like most "black" cats do. And I get the sense that his face was not like Ducky's, but I'm not sure how. I do think, though, that Gink was probably my archetypal "cat" -- the shape of his face has probably determined what I think is an attractive cat face, his body has probably determined what I think of as attractive cat proportions, that sort of thing. So maybe, Gink is my brain's Handsome Cat.
Next time I'm at home, I'm going to find pictures of Gink, bring them back to my flat, and scan them. He was a sweet cat -- not very affectionate, but he defended me from opossums, and I loved him.
