(smack, smack, smack of cat paws on my face)
Me: STOP IT, Marmalade. Go to sleep.
(pounding, running footsteps in the alley. dog barks.)
Cop: (yelling) STOP RUNNING. OR I WILL SHOOT YOU.
Cop 2: I DON’T HAVE MY RADIO. CUFF HIM.
(sirens wail)
A crust of french bread. Hard as a rock and way too stale to eat.
It’s a cat in a penguin suit.
I explain this because I don’t want you to think Cat Painting Tuesday has lost its keen edge.
There we all were in the white noon sun, waiting for the light to change.
Hipster girl 1 (dressed like a homeless person): Oh my god I am so full.
Hipster girl 2 (with home made crocheted stockings falling off under a plaid miniskirt that has ridden up, revealing her butt cheeks): That veggie burrito was sooooooo good!
HG1: (Tossing back lank, greasy hair) Do you think I’m hotter than Anna?
HG2: (Nods enthusiastically like an otter) You are hotter than she is.
HG1: (Reaching in for an embrace) Well, *you* think I’m hotter than Anna, but Anna doesn’t think I’m hotter than her. BUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPP!
Today we have a CSUEU- California State University Employees Union I think it means- plastic support bracelet.
Laser Cat is coming.
Today I’ve got a crystal skull in a satin princess hat on the still life shelf.
Happy Friday!
Another Tuesday, another cat painting. This cat floats amid a field of flying carrots. And also, cupcakes:
How does your garden grow?
As you know we have taken over the planters in front of the apartment building. Living where we do between the nightlife and the lowlifes, the garden has suffered many travails through the brief months of its existence. People pour their to-go beers into the plants, which kills them. People tear out the plants and stomp on them in a bestial rage. Other people simply pick the flowers or help themselves to entire plants which they carefully dig out by the roots.
Why people do this is beyond me, but it makes me yearn to move back to Japan where nobody ever messed with your garden, even when they climbed over the wall to use machine tools to liberate my bike from where it was securely chained to the bars over the windows.
Here’s what we have this spring:
Sunflowers
Swiss Chard and Glads
My neighbor planted the chard and has actually been eating it. Personally I’m not convinced eating anything grown here is safe, but whatever.
Pumpkins and Corn:
(I have high hopes of growing the world’s largest pumpkin)
and
Roses:
Who does not love a cat with flowers?
Buy Cat With Flowers online at my Etsy shop.
I’m confident this will make a good Father’s Day gift for almost no one.
Ginger cat riding a punk zebra
I’ve had to admit defeat on the Poinsettia front.
Some Saturday night revelers replaced its foliage with a cup. Sad really. I found its remains strewn all over the sidewalk.
Miss Marmalade cried a tear.
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