A Time for Shadows : Dad had always liked animals, but I never saw him dote on one like he did on Jason. They developed their own little routines, which stayed in place even after he went back to work part-time. When Dad went upstairs to change out of his work clothes, Jason would be trotting behind him, a big furry valet; a short while later, he’d trot right back down with Dad, holding his plumy tail high. “C’mon, buddy,” my father would say, patting the sofa as he lay down for his afternoon nap. Jason would hop up next to him, not leaving his side for hours. Sometimes they’d even have these playful little sparring matches.
“Stop tormenting the cat, Morris,” my mother would say.
Dad, a former boxer, would grin up at her. He and his buddy understood each other. “One minute, he’s makin’ love to me, the next, he’s bitin’ my hand off.”
-- From "Jason," CATSONG
(CATSONG has recently been updated. So, those of you familiar with the original 2007 edition will find quite a few changes when it comes out. --TJB) 1 day ago - View -
Roͬͬ͠͠͡͠͠͠͠͠͠͠͠sͬͬ͠͠͠͠͠͠͠͠͠aͬͬ͠͠͠͠͠͠͠ Menkman : NOOP+4 Pete Edwards, Rosa Menkman, Gijs Gieskes, Phil Stearns | STEIM Tonight at Steim some of my favorite artists:
Phillip Stearns (YOTG), Peter (Casper Electronics), Gijs Gieskes (Famous for the Rice Rocks band catsong in Avignon) ...and lucky me
I am quite nervous, yesterday I played in a squatted office in Arnhem and I absolutely disliked my own sound. So we will see how I can get stuff better under control tonight!
A Time for Shadows : Tikvah was living out in the field behind my parents’ house with a single look-alike kitten when I first saw her. Something about this four-footed mom fending for her kitten and herself got to me, and I immediately began putting food out for them. The kitten disappeared after a few months, but Tikvah kept coming around, torn between her desire for food and affection and her fear of people. After a few months, she’d let me stroke her head; if I tried to pick her up, however, she’d struggle, her double-paws flailing every which way. I learned to wait and let her come to me.
-- From "Shadow & Soul," CATSONG 7 days ago - View -
A Time for Shadows : But, then, most people were almost as smitten with Keisha as he was. Aside from her wonderful lush coat-of-many-colors and appealing expression, she had an incredibly sweet personality. And she was a born nurturer. A Florence Nightingale in a fur suit.
When she was about two-years-old, we had a series of very sweet, very sickly Siamese kittens pass briefly through our lives, bringing a world of love and pain with them. But, then, most people were almost as smitten with Keisha as he was. Aside from her wonderful lush coat-of-many-colors and appealing expression, she had an incredibly sweet personality. And she was a born nurturer. A Florence Nightingale in a fur suit.
When she was about two-years-old, we had a series of very sweet, very sickly Siamese kittens pass briefly through our lives, bringing a world of love and pain with them....With Houdini II – who was with us for only 11 days before his chronically impacted bowels made it clear that euthanasia was the kindest gift we could give him – she was especially gentle. The other cats, sensing that there was something radically wrong with this kitten, kept their distance. Not Keisha. She let the little guy huddle next to her and soak in as much of her body warmth as he could. And he would turn his triangular scrap of a face with its red-gold smudges toward her like she was the Great Cat Sun-Goddess and he was an especially grateful flower. You’re so pretty, his wistful blue eyes said adoringly. Thank you for being nice to me.
-- From "Keisha," CATSONG 11 days ago - View -
A Time for Shadows : The Book-signing/Craft Show Wars over for this week. Yesterday's show up at the Daily Grind in Southwick was the longest, so I had more time for people studies and quirky conversations. Among the latter: a woman who insisted that I had talked to her daughter's school in Windsor Locks when I hadn't. (Yes, I am a hologram.) She also wanted me to write her story...which is usually my cue to locate that portal to another dimension. These stories never work out somehow. But there were some genuinely interesting conversations of care-giving, sparked by the copy of Samantha Mozart's BEGINS THE NIGHT MUSIC on my table. A woman showed me a bracelet and necklace that had the DNA from her late cats in them. And a lovely older couple -- he was a writer, and she had been an editor -- shared some really good cat stories with me. She bought a copy of DERV & CO., and they went off to have lunch inside; then he snuck back later to buy her a copy of CATSONG. Now, there's a man who should be cloned. 15 days ago - View -