Tattoo idea #3: "I walk alone and all places are alike to me" possibly in latin.
I've had this one in mind for quite some time actually. If you haven't read "The Cat That Walked By Himself" you should. My cats have always been Kiplingesque.
As far as felines go I think I've been spoiled. I know lots of people with stupid, clumsy or bizarre cats but the only ones I've called my own have been idealistic. So in my mind all cats are idealistic. It may have had something to do with mine being born feral and raised domesticated, but true cats in my mind are narcissistic, nihilistic, hedonistic, calm and capable and unforgiving.
I don't know if you can be a narcissist a hedonist and a nihilist all at the same time but bear with me. I don't have the self-esteem for narcissism and the nihilism blurs pain and pleasure too grey for me to be a hedonist but I still feel a great affinity towards cats.
This whole entry was really just brought on from a random mental image of myself sitting still in my usual mood only with the swishing tail of a pissy cat. I could so pull that off. A perfect companion for that look that is both annoyance and amusement.
On a related note, after months of being driven crazy I finally caught a mouse in a mousetrap. I was woken up by a snapping noise and some tiny squeaks. Unfortunately it was only caught by a leg and the tail and after a few minutes I finally had to admit it was in fact, not dying and had to drown it to end its suffering. Mice are cute, I like them, I wish I could have used diplomacy but to be honest I didn't feel much. Late in hi-school I was proud that I jumped in the middle of a 4 lane highway to save a bird. But when I got home my father insisted on me drowning it but I refused and made him do it. It made me nauseous. I considered myself a pacifist but I think even then I was a nihilist. I felt it wasn't my call as to whether the bird should die or not. The mouse though... all I had was empathy.
Someday, in a metaphorical manner of course, I'll be caught in a trap, bleeding, suffering, scared. I just hope that as they take me and drown me, they give me eye contact and the same hurt look I did with the mouse.
Anyway, one down, one more to go I think. A huge brown one chewing holes in my garbage as we speak. Hopefully soon he'll be joining his little gray friend in the water filled mason jar, I'm going to let them decompose and do something with their skeletons.
*6/6/05 11:14am* Hooray! Big Brown met a quick death as the trap severed his spinal cord and not soon enough because he was really creeping me out as I was trying to sleep. My room is already eeirly quiet, I've been dealing with these two almost constantly for about... half a year now. Aaahhhh, now to get some rest without the unsettling knowledge diseased rodents are scurrying about making noises chewing up everything and shitting it out wherever they please. Phew. I'm glad its all over with.
And if you're interested,
Tattoo Idea#1: Traditional Sailor Heart that reads "Your Mom" rather than just "Mom"
Tattoo Idea#2: A Maakies strip as an armband.
These are organized in order of which they will be recieved.
*6/7/05 2:29am. Shit. I've confirmed the presence of two more mice. I was really hoping there was only two to start with, apparently they've been working in shifts. This is annoying, but once I really start something its on my mind until its finished. Once I've decided somethings crossed the line I won't stop until everything in its right place.*
I've had this one in mind for quite some time actually. If you haven't read "The Cat That Walked By Himself" you should. My cats have always been Kiplingesque.
As far as felines go I think I've been spoiled. I know lots of people with stupid, clumsy or bizarre cats but the only ones I've called my own have been idealistic. So in my mind all cats are idealistic. It may have had something to do with mine being born feral and raised domesticated, but true cats in my mind are narcissistic, nihilistic, hedonistic, calm and capable and unforgiving.
I don't know if you can be a narcissist a hedonist and a nihilist all at the same time but bear with me. I don't have the self-esteem for narcissism and the nihilism blurs pain and pleasure too grey for me to be a hedonist but I still feel a great affinity towards cats.
This whole entry was really just brought on from a random mental image of myself sitting still in my usual mood only with the swishing tail of a pissy cat. I could so pull that off. A perfect companion for that look that is both annoyance and amusement.
On a related note, after months of being driven crazy I finally caught a mouse in a mousetrap. I was woken up by a snapping noise and some tiny squeaks. Unfortunately it was only caught by a leg and the tail and after a few minutes I finally had to admit it was in fact, not dying and had to drown it to end its suffering. Mice are cute, I like them, I wish I could have used diplomacy but to be honest I didn't feel much. Late in hi-school I was proud that I jumped in the middle of a 4 lane highway to save a bird. But when I got home my father insisted on me drowning it but I refused and made him do it. It made me nauseous. I considered myself a pacifist but I think even then I was a nihilist. I felt it wasn't my call as to whether the bird should die or not. The mouse though... all I had was empathy.
Someday, in a metaphorical manner of course, I'll be caught in a trap, bleeding, suffering, scared. I just hope that as they take me and drown me, they give me eye contact and the same hurt look I did with the mouse.
Anyway, one down, one more to go I think. A huge brown one chewing holes in my garbage as we speak. Hopefully soon he'll be joining his little gray friend in the water filled mason jar, I'm going to let them decompose and do something with their skeletons.
*6/6/05 11:14am* Hooray! Big Brown met a quick death as the trap severed his spinal cord and not soon enough because he was really creeping me out as I was trying to sleep. My room is already eeirly quiet, I've been dealing with these two almost constantly for about... half a year now. Aaahhhh, now to get some rest without the unsettling knowledge diseased rodents are scurrying about making noises chewing up everything and shitting it out wherever they please. Phew. I'm glad its all over with.
And if you're interested,
Tattoo Idea#1: Traditional Sailor Heart that reads "Your Mom" rather than just "Mom"
Tattoo Idea#2: A Maakies strip as an armband.
These are organized in order of which they will be recieved.
*6/7/05 2:29am. Shit. I've confirmed the presence of two more mice. I was really hoping there was only two to start with, apparently they've been working in shifts. This is annoying, but once I really start something its on my mind until its finished. Once I've decided somethings crossed the line I won't stop until everything in its right place.*
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mind if i use that...?