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Who woulda guessed?
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
- Hits: 1904
No me, for sure. But sitting out late upon the patio the cat - fat, indolent cat that likes nothing better than to be rubbed and petted and snuggled, springs into action.
There's a flurry of paws and a moment later he has a mouse between his teeth. When he sets it upon the grass I see if it can be revived - the other cat brings her prey home alive (to be taken away and released by me) - this mouse isn't so lucky, he's punctured through and through and thoroughly dead - wet to the touch from the abundant cat saliva - he's not done with it yet. He flings it into the air, bats it with his paws, finds it, repeats, loses it in a plant pot, sniffs it out, flings it into the air again, bats it some more.
There's a very real danger of dead leaky mouse landing in my lap, but I have to stay and marvel at such a display of his feline prowess, and am filled with a newfound and rather grudging admiration. There was a standing joke about this cat, that if he ever caught a mouse he'd cuddle it to death, it's been now entirely disproven.
He sets it in front of the mat - the welcome home offering, then thinks better of it and picks it up to throw it into the air again....
Who woulda guessed?
Art out of coffee & crumpets
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Link of the day
- Hits: 1885
More links on the diversity of art materials - Pippa Middleton out of Crumpets, Mona Lisa out of Coffee.
Previously: Toaster out of Toast, The Medium is the Message, Art Made with Spools
wrapped in white linen floating in the harbour
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
- Hits: 1847
She came in on a float plane, the plane landed safely enough but then something went wrong and she died.
I can't remember her face, or even how I knew her, only that I was honoring her last wishes when I stitched her up in white linen and floated her body in the harbour, and looking out I can see her body (seamless white linen) bobbing beside a rocky island...
Her family, they won't be happy, they had their own plans, but that was none of my business, my only concern was that I had done what she wanted....
Now it's the middle of the night and they're dropping candy firecrackers from the balcony into sugared watermelons, icing sugar confections, and the firecrackers explode and there candy fruit is reshaped into explosions and splashes. A woman somewhere is telling me that the girl I sewed up has floated down to a taxidermists, and I'm wondering if she means they will stuff her (surely they won't stuff her???)...
Behind the candy counter there are some people I used to know, work with 20 years ago, they're joking around, there's a pale flabby young guy in a pair of boxer tights and superhero cape and swimming goggles, apparently he's the next big thing in fighters, they're pushing him to the front (this candy store in the middle of nowhere, it's lit up like a stage, spotlight from an invisible above...), I'm a little skeptical of this new fighter, he doesn't look so good to me, but his companions seem sincere in their praise, I'm at the counter trying to find someone who will sell me some candy firecrackers for my daughter...
Iphone catches Guitar Oscillations
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
- Hits: 1954
A clever reframing of ordinary things. To good effect....
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