Disturbances

I like when I deliberately make a weird noise, and my cat in turn studies me quizzically.

Before too long she goes back into repose, and then I go and make another strange sound.

By the third or fourth time, my cat’s patience has worn thin, and her curiosity gets the better of her. She decides to leap onto the couch to investigate.

But there is nothing there to discover. In fact, neither of us can glean anything further about these unusual disturbances.

So it just goes to show that I am not the smarter of the two species.

Lofty living with my cat

Flatiron Building

When my cat is on my bed there is nothing left for her to attain. In her feline world, it is the pinnacle of places in which to rest and roam.

My bed is like New York City, where there is nowhere left to go. Meaning, anywhere else is a step down. So you just park yourself and enjoy the view — in this case, a skyline of book piles — some of them hefty tomes resting vertically like architectural showpieces.

My book on contemporary collage art can be the Flatiron Building, while certain stacks of literary paperbacks — built with the biggest on the bottom to the smallest on the top — evoke skyscrapers of note: Central Park Tower.; the Woolworth Building; 30 Rockefeller Plaza. Continue reading “Lofty living with my cat”