Psychoanalyze your pets
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Head Cat in Emotional Weather Report, today in the Star.
Cats always behave like kittens towards their humans (their adoptive parents). Saffy believes she is tiny. Today she’s cranky because after an impressive start at Roland Garros, her father (Marat Safin) lost in straight sets in the second round and hinted that he may retire from professional tennis.
By the way does anyone know who the local distributor of Jonny Cat kitty litter is? My cats like the product (for them to poop on). If the brand needs endorsers, my cats volunteer.
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June 5th, 2007 at 14:52
I am reminded of this freakish story of a siamese cat who speaks perfect zebraic and hunts zebras, and of another siamese cat who believed that cats used to rule the world, so it taught its scientist master the language of cats so the scientist could be a pawn for the cat’s evil plan to regain world supremacy.
Actually the stories have haunted me ever since i lost the book that had the story. I remember buying it for ten pesos (!) in booksale in high shool. It also had a short poem about the mona lisa and buddha meeting up in the heavens while the curtains fluttered that makes you go “aaah.how witty and zen at the same time.”
Then there’s this story of a woman who’s death baffled the doctors, and when they opened her up during autopsy they found pieces of bitten nails in her stomach.
Anyhoo, i googled the title of the book and found out that The Language of Cats and Other Stories was by Spencer Holst had its share of acclaim. Apparently the author is famous for live readings of his short stories. He is described as a cross between Hans Christian Andersen and Kafka.
Further googling led me to a link to “Mona Lisa Meets Buddha”, which i happily share below,
Mona Lisa Meets Buddha
Up in heaven the curtains fluttered, the curtains fluttered, the curtains fluttered, and the Mona Lisa entered at one end of a small hall, which was hung with many curtains.
Up in heaven the curtains fluttered, fluttered, fluttered, and the Buddha entered the hall at the other end.
They smiled.