Were you there when the Pharaoh commissioned The Sphinx?

Hmmmm…

…well, it appears my ferret obsession was shortlived when I realized the amount of time, money and attention they require. Not that I had a problem doing any of those things, but it seems slightly odd that a creature that lives less than half as long costs 6 times the amount a cat does.

I’m well documented as being very anti-cat. I have loosened this policy lately, but am still somewhat skeptical. I do, however, think that getting a short-haired, female cat as a kitten is the best chance I’m going to get.

I don’t hate cats. Many people stupidly perceive my anti-cat policy to be tantamount to my planning a Cat Holocaust. Not so. Would a person who wanted all cats dead cat-sit more than 6 times in their life and return the critters, unscathed to their owners? I don’t think so.

I do dislike some things that cats are known to do (and have done so in my presence).
1) Shedding – I am no stranger to shedding. My parents have always had dogs as I grew up, and the lab we had for most of my life shed like a son of a bitch. In my OWN house/apartment, however, I have developed a Joan-Crawford-esque attitude towards cleanliness…I don’t plan to beat the cat (or any child I might concoct) with wire hangers, an Ajax can, or even my bare hands…but I do like my bathroom clean and will freak out if I haven’t cleaned it before a guest arrives. I like my kitchen clean and will methodically clean it everyday (unless I’m feeling lazy, and then it’s all hands to microscopes to watch the streptococcifaccili boogie down on my counter tops – no skin off my nose). So, a LONG-HAIRED cat shedding all over my couches, my bed and/or my cleaned clothes is gonna drive me up the wall. 2) Vomiting – this really goes hand in hand with shedding, no? Anyway, I figure a short-haired cat will be less prone to yack up in front of my guests – as has happened in the past. 3) Defecating or urinating – anywhere but in their litter box. Having said this, I’m not a fan of the litter box either, but hell – it does put all the disgusting things in ONE PLACE, at least.

I have come to grips with these facts. In keeping, I intend to go to the Humane Society to adopt an unloved kitten when the boyfriend is next in Toronto.

I have love to give, dammit.

Also, this is the gayest thing I will ever post, but I love this song:

Memory
Grizabella
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her mem’ry
She is smiling alone

In the lamplight
The wither’d leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Mem’ry
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember
The time I knew what happiness was
Let the mem’ry live again

Ev’ry streetlamp
Seems to moan
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And a street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning

Burnt out ends
Of smokey days
The stale cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is dawning


Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn’t give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Jemima
Sunlight
Through the trees in summer
Endless masquerading

Together
Like a flower as the dawn is breaking
The memory is fading

Grizabella
Touch me!
It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with my mem’ry
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You’ll understand what happiness is

Look
A new day has begun

Ta,
S.
xo

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~ by seangstm on August 24, 2005.

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