As the cat
climbed over
the top of
the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot
carefully
then the hind
stepped down
into the pit of
the empty
flower pot
Poem (As the cat) by William Carlos Williams
Petunias rock.
Lillies also evoked some FX-driven visual experiments.
i see those kats. that sonny is a fluffbucket and so handsome – a bit like our millie too. to look at that is.
our millie is a monster, in the physical sense of big, but also the …*phenomenological sense of monstrous. she lives only to eat and sleep and occasionally piss in a place that humans do not like. also capricious with her affection. one day a lush, purring and seeking company, the next – distant, scowling, and haughty.
our willow on the other hand is a decent cat. at least she talks back to us.