V: First of all, what is that ridiculous photo doing here? That's not me!
Q: Sorry. I thought it was quite amusing...
V: Amusing? It is degrading! It makes us felines look like utter idiots. As if we...mublmublzzmublb...
Q: Excuse me?
V: Okay. I do like a good box myself. From time to time.
V: Good GRIEF, woman!
Q: Concentrate on the Kate Bush angle, Viggo.
V: Right. Kate Bush, Kate Bush...you know, my mind's a blank.
Q: Viggo!
V: Pffffffft, keep your claws sheeted. Kate Bush. The uttermost catlike singer I have ever heard. The grace, the agility, the power, the glossiness, the balance, the control, the warbling, the range, the...
Q: That's just a summing up. Come on, you can do better than that!
V: I was just getting started.
When I first heard her latest album, I was blown away. I remember it well. You had ordered it from Bol.com and it arrived just before Christmas last year in an intriguing cardboard envelope which smelled divine, and you put it on really loud and I felt these vibrations through the tips of my whiskers. And then this...voice...It took all my self-control not to howl along..."I....am...SKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
Wonderful!
And on Ariel she used those divine bird sounds, it makes me shiver all over, delicious!
Do you know, there is not a lot that I feel we have in common, you and I. You are my woman, and I appreciate you looking after me, but that's about it...Well, I like the occasional cuddle. But Kate Bush is our common ground, absolutely.
As a black cat, I am in the know. Kate Bush is the quintessence of English wicca, but the good side. It's no surprise to me that she is referred to as such by folks on the Internet. That Kate even looks like a cat. Have you seen her eyes? And those pointy ears and teeth. I bet she smells good.
Q: She's supposed to be a vegetarian.
V: What? Impossible. No meat? No!
Q: Hmmm. That's what I read.
V: Oh! Oh! The disappointment! The heartbreak!
Q: Now who is being ridiculous?
V: Shut up, you flexitarian you! It's bad enough that you hang your bird feeders out of my range. Us cats need blood! Fresh blood! With feathers on! Oh...go on, post another photo of
some pampered neutered cat that never hunts, why don't you? I'm done!
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