Today I am really hungry, so I am passing the time until what they call lunch and reading The Night Circus on the Ipad that mama leaves around, forgetting to turn it off and I am loving this book. It is the kind of book that flows like water and then suddenly swoops up and turns like one of those feathered items out peckin’ in the garden that do the same thing when I deftly leap from my stalking crouch and pounce on …. their breadcrumbs…because by then, they are outta there. Anyway, the book is magical and magic at its best and the most wonderful creative book I’ve read in a long, long time, except for Schopenhauer, whom I love because he says things that apply to my hunting abilities and no one can say it better: ‘Talent hits a target no one else can hit. Genius hits a target no one else can see.’, which pretty much applies to me because absolutely no one can see my genius at pursuing these dumb little peckin’-hoppin’-poopin’ birds that mama loves or even those dumb huge birds, which I take great care to stalk a long way away because those suckers are BIG and if I were to be succcesful, god knows what I’d do with one. But that Schopenhauer rolls through my pea brain all day long, things like “Compassion is the basis of morality” or “From the brave and good are the brave descended”, which is sometimes not exactly true because, for example, there are families like the Kennedys or the Medici and then there are families like the Borgia and some other families I won’t mention just yet, but I feel, without being too cocky, that I must have been descended from someone brave just to have found this cool situation that I just happened upon, being hungry and abandoned and without identification (idiots who don’t tag their cats and dogs or even ocelots, like Dali, for example, are truly dumb—that goes for you, Mr. Smarty Pants Dali, you who de-clawed your pet, you mean mother!) (Father!).
Bear with me when I get off the subject, okay, because I’m new at this kitty-thoughts stuff and kitties do not think linear thoughts as some humans do, papa, for example, so I just sort of let things pop in and out of my tiny head and try to grab them when they twinkle by. I have to finish a chapter in The Night Circus so we’ll talk later….
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