“You can put a cat in an oven, but that don’t make it a biscuit.” Quote from White Men Can’t Jump (click link for entire script.)
The image is a little busted. I took this picture using my Blackberry in Stop N’ Shop and then had to crop it at home. That’s not whats important. This cat bed unfolds into a play tunnel! My bed doesn’t do that: I have a queen-size bed and I love it, but it doesn’t unfold into anything like a play tunnel. The one time I upended my large bed it fell on me and I was stuck under the mattress on the dusty floor in 90 degree heat for about half an hour. I was not a happy cat… but I’d be totally content if a human-scale Kuddle Kup could be created for me.
My friend Lady C needed some encouragement tonight, for tomorrow morning she takes an exam on abdominal pathology. So like FDR with a spaniel on my blanketed lap beside the blazing fireplace I asked her what would be appropriate. It was then she formally requested a famous quotation to encourage her. Full disclosure; I’ve needed some encouragement myself lately. Fatigue and doubt and a bunch of small defeats whilst fighting the good fight slowed me down last weekend. Lots of green tea and time with family and dog-petting / playing / mutual-biting have helped me break out of my mental funk.
I had turned off my phone and the internet (and in doing so, freaked out my sister) and curled up next to the fireplace and finished “The Pilgrimage,” by Paulo Coelho, while snow and temperatures fell and the wind howled and rattled the windowpanes, and a February I could neither feel nor see through the curtained blinded windows carried on. From my cuddly nest I deliberated over Lady’s request for a powerful quotation, and with the aid of the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations (Third Edition, copyright 1980) and an hour’s time, I mashed up quotations from James Joyce and T.S. Eliot and Walt Whitman (respectively) into the following gem of inspiration:
“The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea… Where the breadfruit fall and the penguin call and the sound is the sound of the sea. Under the bam. Under the boo. Under the bamboo tree. O Captain! O Captain! Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.”
Nice post, but FDR had a Scottie (Fala), not a Spaniel. You’re luckier than he because you have a cocker spaniel!!! And a squirrel.
Opening up my inner eyes because I miss the brightside, I am listening to Mormon singers and liking it. Oh, 3rdarm.
Just before waking I dreamt that the trajectory of a human life was matched by the take-off and flight of a jet. My dreaming mind was trying to figure out which stage of life was which part of the take-off and flight.
Success to LadyC in all things and success to the human race in banishing tests and other barbaric instruments; success to us all in the next stage of take-off.
bless you ‘skittle’ and bless LA for the literary mashup!