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.