...would be to get a pair of cat’s ears on top of the head, or something like that. i myself would love to get a squirrel’s tail.
i’m nuts, i know…
...would be to get a pair of cat’s ears on top of the head, or something like that. i myself would love to get a squirrel’s tail.
i’m nuts, i know…
Fevered lovers and austere thinkers
Love equally, in their ripe season
Cats powerful and gentle, pride of the house
Like them they feel the cold, like them are sedentary
Friends of science and sensuality
They seek the silence and the horror of the shadows
Erebus had taken them for its funeral coursers
Could they to servitude incline their pride.
Dreaming, they take on noble postures
Great sphinxes stretched out in the depths of emptiness
Seeming to fall asleep into an endless dream.
Their fertile loins are full of magic sparks
And nuggets of gold like fine sand
Vaguely bestar their mystic pupils.
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)
...it’s better in french, though
...my friend karla’s cats, cuddling on the bed.
i’ve never had one of my own, but i know cats quite well. i used to spend a lot of time at my friend karla’s, and she had three. it’ll have to wait, though, because i live with my mum, who detests cats (who knows why…).
one thing i really love to do is to lay down beside a cat while he sleeps… cats make all sorts of little noises while they sleep, and i find it incredibly relaxing.