Oh wee small black cat
all tooths and claws and goofiness
sit not on MY mouse.
There are, dear readers, some truths in the world that are undeniable. Paul Simon album is worth waiting for and will make you think awhile. First cup of coffee, always the best. And then there be cats.
Cats as you know – born and bred natural killers. If you’re lucky and your cat got an advanced degree in lethal weapons and their effective use from Mother Cat, you are living with what we euphemistically call “a mouser”. We know this is really just a cute nickname but what can you do to explain why you live with something so efficient and ruthless in dispatching other beings?
Take all the mafia and gangster movies ever made and think about the most ruthless of them. Don’t they always show the deeply caring family guys, mushy over babies and goofy with children, protective and jovial with each other? Of course they do. And so big cats run away from the wee-est of small kittens and let them win at all games for awhile. And they roll over and let you admire their belly fur and scratch their so-vulnerable chin fur.
And they sit on your mouse. Or your keyboard if you fail to get that message.
My advice: never forget the tooths and claws, reader. Never forget them.
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and… if you want to know about making art and what’s it all about, it’s worth taking time to listen to folks like Paul Simon and to notice that he is always open to what’s around him, he takes cues from what comes his way, he continues to hone his craft in the service of his ideas and he continues to work.
