today he was having a nice lounge on the new couch that was purchased for human sitting, not cat lounging. it looked like this:
so i forgot he existed for a while. the two of us tend to live in happy parallel oblivion when he is not shrieking. but then, as i was sitting on the couch, basking in my blanket dress, wondering what book to read next, i noticed that my cat was making new strides in animal literacy. please see exhibit b:
an interesting choice for his first book. hexter's sat on plenty of other writing before: he particularly loves short stories for sitting on, and his gut is such that 8 1/2 x 11 sheets of paper disappear entirely underneath his mighty frame capped by small head. i guess it is in keeping with his snarly nature that he chose the warriors by sol yurick as his first book. he's certainly sat beside me as i watched the film a gazillion times. he was equally as captivated by the young james remar's turn as ajax, the assiest asshole in the warriors, and his frantic battle with a park bench and mercedes ruehl. he was equally as alarmed by the director's cut as i was (perhaps because i kept yelling at the TV -- "what are you doing to the baseball furies?!! you are RUINING the baseball furies!!!") and yet, i can see he's flipped through the pages (witness the bent-up corner) and decided he likes what he sees. then i asked him what he thought of it because i haven't read it yet. big mistake:
he is disdainful of my interest. perhaps he is mad he cannot get into the richard brautigan below his book of choice. but it is obvious he has had enough of me, and my nosey questions. he goes back to doing what he does quietest (not best, i've already mentioned that above).
cats can't read. but if they did i know they would be very upset about lol catz. it's just not dignified, and they put up with a lot from us already. :)
