“A cat’s rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.” ~ William S. Borroughs
“Ignorant people think it is the noise which fighting cats make that is so aggravating, but it ain’t so; it is the sickening grammar that they use.” ~ Mark Twain
“A person that started in to carry a cat home by the tail was getting knowledge that was always going to be useful to him, and warn’t ever going to grow dim or doubtful.” ~ Mark Twain
I have to commend Mr. Borroughs on his lovely imagery in today’s opening quote. Yessir, I can see the beauty in it. Kinda on the same scale as when the Archangel Michael smites a few demons on the battlefield. Trust me, you don’t want to piss him off. A seriously pissed off cat is psychosis in full view of anyone in the room. And that’s just with a seven pound cat. Kick it up to 100 lbs, or take it all the way to 600 lbs; they are indeed artful in their rage. Might be best iffin I feed the cat within the next hour or so. Just sayin. This is one of those mornings when I can’t pull my thoughts together. A depressive cycle feels to be kicking in. I stand advised. These cycles carry moods that must be pampered and kept out in the open to observe them a tad. Don’t let em slip away. It is best you know a bit about what you are dealing with. Get a look at how it moves. That’s what I say. I don’t foresee any problematic danger here. The pandemic and the president present quite enough danger on their own. But I have my lap cat at ready. Her purr is a balm for the darkness. And she has my back when some gnarly spirit or bruja comes along. That bruja has been at me lately. It’s all I can do to not hit back. All that’s really needed is to learn a little kindness for a change. Yeh. Onward. Respect rage, cultivate kindness.
All is well. Goof gloriously.