Animals,Art and Aesthetics

Animals, Art, and the Aesthetics

Is it possible that great artists have become reincarnated into cats? Is this fate and/or karma in which they are paying the price for their debauchery in former lives?

The cats I have acquired definitely have an eye for color, texture and form. Whether it be the particular odor emanating from the litter box after much careful thought and precision management on their part, or the way they shed their fur in artful clumps over my favorite chair.

I don’t know who is actually responsible for these but I have lately discovered the delicately placed “Little Piles of Vomit” These never cease to surprise and delight me. They are color coordinated and placed around the house for the maximum aesthetic affect. Sometimes you get a multiple sensory experience when it is fresh and still warm. This is best enjoyed at 3:00 A.M. on your way back from the bathroom when you step in it in stockinged feet. Mostly though, they dry where they are. We enjoy and revel in them until we grow weary and scrub them off the surface with a scrubby pad.

Another source of aesthetic and/or mental trauma in our house is the live performance art exhibition entitled “Toilet Paper Uprising”. This is a staged interpretation of an actual uprising which must be squelched by the ever vigilant Snowball. Generally this results in the "Toilet Paper Massacre", the papery carnage of which I find strewn all over the house when I get out of bed. These things always occur during the night while I am peacefully sleeping, never suspecting the danger that lurks under the bathroom cabinet. I thank God for a cat so alert and dedicated to her security post. One imagines that it is a slow and painful demise being done to death by a crazed mob of anarchic toilet paper rolls armed with toilet brushes, who have had just about enough of being treated like a bunch of ass wipes.

Smelly dogs

Well, Jack and Little are clean now. There was a lot of ruckus and soap suds but now we are all relaxing in the bed. I hate to do that to them but one of us was starting to smell like a rotting peanut and it wasn't me.

Stomach procedure

Well Diary,
Yesterday I had an Endoscopy which is an ill advised procedure where the doctor peeps at your insides via a scope that gets shoved forcefully down your gullet making you gag the entire time. Fortunatly you are too drugged to care and all you remember is a bad dream and a sore throat.
I had thought that I would be up and about today but that was wishful thinking. I am still in bed trying to get over the massive infusion of narcotics they gave me to keep me from barfing up the scope. While "Chris under the influence of Demerol" can be flat out hilarious for others, I chafe under the inactivity and have had quite enough dizzyness to be getting on with. I really thought I saw the doctor laughing while I was outlining my treatment plan to him shortly after the procedure. He said "We'll talk about it when you are not under the influence" WELL! Under the influence INDEED! I was as lucid as ever even though I noticed I still had the little shoe coverings on when I left the building. (Those things make great shower caps by the way.)
Still and all I am unhappy. I did not lose one single pound despite having barely anything to eat yesterday. in fact I gained some. That must be from the huge dinner I ate the night before to avoid starvation while waiting for the procedure. Perhaps half a cake was a bit too much. Anyway Diary Its back on the diet bandwagon. From now on it is fruit and meat and vegetables until I am in bikini shape. See Ya!